Ace POV
I parked out the front of Avery and Aamon’s house; it was a cottage-style house. She had three houses, but this was the main one she lived in with Aamon. From the moment I found out Lucy had been on these pills since she was twelve, it had been eating at me. Now that I was standing out the front of the witch hybrid’s house, I couldn’t bring myself to knock on her door and ask her.
I didn’t want to be to blame for her depression, yet Atticus grew silent within me. He wholeheartedly believed we were at fault too. It was too much of a coincidence that we found out she was our mate when she was twelve, and she went on these pills at the same age.
“Do you plan to sit outside and admire the house, or are you casing the joint?” Aamon said, misting beside me and sitting in the passenger
