Ava's POV
Half an hour later, the cab stopped outside Nora’s building.
The moment Nora opened the door and saw me standing there in my evening dress, her expression immediately darkened.
“Goddess me,” she said. Her sharp eyes scanned my outfit. “You went after Clarke again, didn’t you?”
Her face radiated concern. She stepped closer, lowering her voice.
“Ava, that man is nothing but trouble. Going after him alone is dangerous.” Her eyes searched my face anxiously.
“Did he recognize you?”
I shook my head. “No.”
I slipped off my shoes and stepped inside.
“I wore a face mask,” I explained. “I got him drunk.”
I exhaled slowly. “I almost had him talking.”
For a moment, the frustration tightened my chest again. “But then Victor showed up.”
Nora’s brows pulled together immediately.
“V
