Ava's POV
There was enough tension in the air to cut. Eli stood across the room, back to me, arms crossed, staring out the window into the evening. His quiet seemed colder than the breeze blowing across the broken glass. Since Jackson had shared what he had discovered, this was the first time we had been alone.
"Eli," I said, keeping a calm voice and yet clenching my fists tightly. "We ought to discuss.
His shoulders stiff, he turned not toward me. Ava, nothing to talk about here. Whatever Jackson shared with you—”
"Is it accurate?" I stopped myself before I could stop asking. I had to have the truth. The shadows and the half-truths that appeared to float about me like smoke bored me. "Were you meeting supporters of Raven?"
Eli whirled around, his face a mask of hardly controlled rag
