Ava’s POV
I turned to look at Kingsley through my drunken haze. My eyes… they were still bleary but burning.
“You?” I echoed, my voice slow, dragging slightly as I studied him.
My thoughts blurred together, spinning in a thick, heavy haze. The alcohol dulled my edges, softened my control, and even my wolf felt sluggish.
I just wanted out.
Like a small, cornered animal, instinct took over. I twisted in Kingsley’s grip, shrugging out of my coat, trying to slip free from him.
At first, he watched, amused, like I was some kind of performance staged just for him. I could feel his gaze on me, sharp and entertained.
But when I didn’t snap at him… didn’t throw an insult his way…
Something about him snapped.
A sharp, humorless laugh broke from him, low and edged with irritation. It wasn’t
