The chamber arranged for Ava and Edward was elegant in a quiet, expensive way. The walls were pale cream with gold accents that caught the warm light from the recessed ceiling lamps. Floor-to-ceiling windows opened to a balcony overlooking the Frostfang woods, the moonlight washing everything in silver. The air smelled faintly of cedar and fresh linen. A large velvet sofa sat near the corner, opposite a bed draped in dark silk sheets.
Ava stood by the window, her fingers tracing the edge of the curtain. Her eyes wandered across the space, and her chest tightened. This was the same room where Liam had rejected her months ago. The same floor where she had begged for an explanation, the same air that had carried her tears. Everything looked the same—the polished mirror, the scent of cedarwoo
