CHAPTER 7
Cain’s POV
“She’s feisty,” Grim commented, downing the rest of his liquor in one go before dropping the empty glass onto the counter.
“No, she’s just scared.”she corrected, pouring more liquor into Grim’s glass from behind the counter.
Ava Monroe was a mixture of both, I thought, absently running my fingers along the rim of my glass.
There was a fragile side to Ava too, one that looked ready to shatter at any second. But that stubborn pride of hers made sure she never let it show.
“Hmm,” Grim grunted beside me, nudging my shoulder a little. “You still think you can make her stay?”
I said nothing. Not because I had nothing to say, but because for the first time in a long while… I was uncertain.
Ava Monroe had a way of leaving me clueless.
“We’ll see.” I replied, pushing
