Ava's POV
Victor’s eyes were dark, shadowed from exhaustion, but still sharp.
“Laura isn’t awake yet,” he added. “Don’t mess with her.”
A short, humorless laugh left me. “What? Are you her guardian too now?” I tilted my head slightly, looking at him like I was trying to figure out when exactly he lost his mind.
“Still playing the white knight? Victor, how old are you?”
He frowned, irritation flashing across his face.
“Cut it out, Ava. Laura’s been unconscious for three days. Show some decency.”
“Decency?” The word came out sharp. “That’s rich. Coming from you.”
My wolf stirred, anger simmering low and dangerous.
“You let me rot in a cell for something I didn’t do,” I said, my voice dropping. “And now you want to lecture me about decency?”
His scent shifted slightly, spiking with
