CHAPTER 8
Ava’s POV
The first thing I noticed when I opened my eyes was the silence.
For a few seconds, I simply lay there, staring blankly at the unfamiliar ceiling above me while my mind slowly caught up with where I was.
The Pit.
The strange biker bar I had somehow agreed to stay in.
The same place I had spent my entire first night wide awake, clutching the bedsheets so tightly my fingers had cramped, convinced that at any second one of those tattooed men downstairs would come barging in.
But none of them had.
And somehow… I had survived the night.
I pushed myself upright, glancing toward the door instinctively.
It was still locked, exactly how I left it.
A small breath escaped me. Maybe Mara had been telling the truth.
Or maybe I was lowering my guard too quickly.
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