The tension in the air didn’t fade.
If anything, it got worse.
Ava could still feel the phantom weight of Ronan’s stare, the way his words had sliced through the space between them like a scalpel—sharp, deliberate, cutting.
She turned to Asher, expecting him to say something, to explain whatever the hell had just happened, but his jaw was clenched so tight it looked like it might crack.
And then, without a word, he turned on his heel and walked away.
“Are you serious?” Ava called after him, her voice echoing through the emptying hall.
He didn’t stop.
Didn’t even look at her.
That pissed her off more than anything.
“Asher.”
Still nothing.
Fine. f**k him.
Ava’s hands curled into fists, and she stormed off in the opposite direction, her heart hammering against her ribs.
She neede
