Christian's POV
I walked downstairs slowly. I still could not make myself believe that it was a reality. I was finally going to see Ava.
The thought of it all being a dream, the thought of it all being just an imagination of my long, needy desire was scaring me.
A female figure was standing in the hall, her back was facing me. The sound of my footsteps was echoing in now empty palace. Making it feel as lifeless, as I had for the past ten years.
I could feel my hands shivering. My breath was stuck in my throat.
Her scent had once again filled my lungs, making me feel whole. Making me feel like I was alive once again.
After so many years I felt like I had come out of hell.
Only she could make me become a helpless beggar in front of her. Only Ava could make me feel like the most power
