Chapter 47: A Flame from the Ashes
The silence that followed their passionate night was shattered by the distinct knock at the door.
Jay’s muscles stiffened. He was still holding Lena, their bodies warm from the intimacy they had finally surrendered to. She stirred, blinking sleepily. “Did you order something?” she mumbled.
He didn't answer.
Another knock—firmer this time. Reluctantly, Jay untangled himself from her and slipped on a shirt. His face was unreadable, but Lena felt the energy shift.
When he opened the door, the past stepped in.
“Ava,” he said, voice flat.
The woman who entered was statuesque, stunning, and dangerously calm. Her eyes—sharp, calculating—moved straight past Jay and landed on Lena, who had wrapped herself in the sheets, watching from the couch like she was
