Avery’s POV
"Look—Look, I can explain,” I stammered, my voice trembling slightly as the dust settled around us. “I swear to the Moon Goddess, I can explain everything."
Howard—poor Howard—stood frozen, mouth agape, face pale. His lips parted like he wanted to say something, but no words came. He was too stunned to speak.
Aidan stepped in beside me like a shadow, one hand raised with calm authority. “What are you explaining, Little Hellion?” he asked with that infuriatingly cool voice that sent heat creeping up my neck.
Then he turned to Howard, his tone sharp enough to cut steel. “Howard,” he called, voice laced with warning, “if you don’t want to end up like ashes beneath Avery’s feet, you’ll keep your lips shut. Got it?”
My goodness how can someone look so cruel and cool at the same
