Ava's POV
The scent of cigarettes hit me first, before Victor’s.
Victor stood in the doorway, his presence filling the room instantly, his wolf brushing against mine in a way that made my chest tighten.
“The food got cold,” he said. “I had them make fresh plates. They should be here in ten minutes.”
I pushed myself up, holding up the empty plate.
“Don’t bother. I already ate.”
He stilled.
His gaze dropped to the plate, his expression tightening slightly. “You only ate that?”
I nodded. “Yeah. I was hungry earlier.”
It was easier to keep my voice steady when I didn’t look at him for too long. I stepped forward just enough to hand him the plate, but not enough to step out.
“Just call me when it’s time to go home.”
Then, before he could say anything else, I pulled back and shut the
