Ava's POV
“Replace?” I repeated. “Those were priceless heirlooms. One of a kind. Not even you could replace them.”
Then I looked past him, straight at Laura. Kate was the one who was now in possession of my grandma’s heirloom, she could have only gotten them from Laura
“They might not understand,” I said, my voice cracking despite me, “but you do, Laura.”
My wolf trembled, grief tearing through it.
“I already served five years in prison for you,” I whispered. “What more do you want? Do you have to take even the last things that were mine—”
I never finished.
Victor’s hand clamped around my wrist, hard.
He yanked me toward the door, his dominance snapping like a leash. “We’re done here,” he said coldly. “Stop making a scene.”
“Victor, please stay calm,” Laura called softly behind us
