Ava's POV
I straightened slowly, refusing to cower before any of them.
“Everything you touch falls apart!” Magnus continued. “You ruined Laura’s first concert… was that your plan? Is that what you wanted?!”
I ran my tongue over my lip, tasting blood again. Then I wiped it away with the back of my hand.
When I looked back at him, my eyes were cold and empty.
“Mr. Stone,” I said evenly, “your daughter called me on stage. She put me there.”
My gaze didn’t waver. “So why,” I asked quietly, “are you blaming me?”
The second slap came faster and softer, from Beatrice, but was no less vicious.
My head tilted slightly with the impact, my wolf snarling deep inside me, claws scraping against bone, demanding release.
I held it back, barely.
“How dare you mock us?” her voice came, sharp and v
