Ava's POV
Reuben didn’t look away from the injury. “Not if she keeps doing this,” he replied bluntly. “Not even the Moon Goddess could save her then.”
“She got that cut saving someone from a psycho,” Richard shot back immediately, his voice sharp. “Don’t blame her.”
My wolf stilled.
“She barely talks,” he continued, his tone shifting. “But she’s kind. She keeps everything bottled up inside, and that’s why she ended up drinking like this.”
Then… he bowed low to Reuben.
My breath caught.
“Dr. Reuben,” Richard said, his voice shaking despite the strength he always carried, “I’m begging you. Save Ava’s hand.”
The world seemed to pause.
“Her life’s already been torn apart,” he went on. “Don’t let her future go too. She’s a genius at porcelain restoration. Even Mr. Oliver said so.”
His
