Ava's POV
I didn’t see the point in having a talk with him.
“If this is about what I said this morning, just forget it,” I said, my voice steady, almost detached.
My wolf stayed quiet, like it had already checked out of the conversation. “I was out of line. I shouldn’t have taken my frustration out on you.”
I shrugged. “Besides, you never liked me anyway, and there’s no love between us. It was foolish of me to expect empathy from you. Just pretend it never happened.”
The night air shifted.
Victor frowned, setting his coffee aside before lighting a cigarette. The sharp scent of smoke reached me.
“Ava,” he said, his voice low, “can’t we just… coexist peacefully?”
My wolf stirred at that.
I raised an eyebrow. “Meaning?”
“You, me, and Jasper,” he said. “The three of us living togethe
