Ava's POV
A figure broke from the shadows before I could properly register her scent.
It was Nora. The next second, she collided with me, her arms locking around my shoulders with force.
“Ava…” Her voice cracked against my ear. “This is all my fault. I should’ve protected you. I should have stopped you from going onto that stage.”
Her scent was frantic now, fear layered over anger. My body stayed still in her grip.
It was dark outside. She hadn’t registered my wound yet. I tried so hard to hide it.
Nora took me to her house. On our way, she recounted how security had prevented her from following me backstage. She had been ushered out of the concert hall with the rest of the audience.
She mentioned that when I finally called her and asked her to go home, she decided to remain outside
