Ava's POV
I picked up my cigarette again. My fingers were steadier now, but only because I willed them to be.
Five years… Five years of chains, of concrete walls, of suppressed instincts and forced submission. Five years of being treated like a slave.
And now here he was, asking how those years were.
I inhaled again, ignoring the way my lungs recoiled, forcing myself to endure it this time. The pain of all I went through grounded me.
“Strange timing, Alpha Victor,” I said coolly, exhaling smoke through a faint smirk. “It is a little too late for concern.”
I spent five years in prison, and I can count the number of days he visited. We were mates who shared a bond, and not once did he communicate with me through our mindlink. He completely cut off access.
And now he thought a question
