Ian walked back home with an expression so dark, it had Avery’s heart racing out of fear, wondering why he had such a grave look on his face.
And then she heard about Eloise’s death, right after Ian pulled her close and hugged her, his pain unfathomable—not when he was scarily quiet.
But worse than that, Avery couldn’t help but think Arden was involved, and Ian knows it too.
“I clearly warned him.”
She heard Ian mumble under his breath. Reminding her of Ian whispering something to Arden before taking her away.
It’s probably why he hasn’t retaliated since she was gone, because there was no way he was cool with her going AWOL this entire time.
‘God, this is all my fault.’ Avery thought as she tried approaching the brooding Ian, who sat quietly in the basket chair situated on the porch
