Ava’s POV
“GET THE f**k OUT!!!”
The scream just came out of me like something wild, something I didn’t even recognize as my own voice anymore. It cracked halfway out of me, dry and shaky. My whole body shook with it.
Julian didn’t move. He didn't even blink an eye. He just stayed there, his shoulder against the doorframe, and that half-empty whiskey bottle dangling from his fingers like it weighed nothing to him.
His eyes were pitch black in the low light. They were dull but still so damn sharp. Like he could see straight through my skull.
He laughed.
Not loud at all. Just this low, nasty sound that crawled up my spine and made my skin crawl.
“It’s not over, Ava,” he said, his voice rough like he’d swallowed gravel and smoke. “It’s never f*****g over. You know that well.”
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