Ava's POV
Kingsley’s question almost made me laugh out loud. I looked at him like he was a stranger standing in front of me.
“You think I didn’t try?” I said.
My voice sharpened slightly.
“I played nice since I was ten. I survived by being ‘good.’ And where did it get me?”
I paused. My eyes hardened. “You all still threw me in prison. You still destroyed my life with your own hands.”
My hand dipped into my bag and I pulled out a cigarette, lit it, and inhaled. I had been getting quite used to it since the first time I tried it a few nights ago.
Smoke filled my lungs, then I exhaled toward him.
“Prison changes you, Mr. Stone,” I said. “Five years inside taught me something simple.”
I paused, and my wolf lifted its head.
“Being nice gets you nowhere.”
I turned and walked away with
