(Ava’s POV)
I sat across the table, my arms folded as Bianca stared me down from the other side. She had her legs crossed, hands resting on her lap, her sharp gaze slicing through me like a mother who just found her daughter sneaking out of a man's house.
I shifted uncomfortably, sighing before finally breaking the silence. "Can you stop looking at me like that?"
Her stare didn’t waver. If anything, it intensified.
"Why wouldn't I, Ava?" she shot back. "You just up and left your sister's house without a word and came straight here! What the hell is going on?"
She wasn't wrong. I had left Damon and Adrianna’s house abruptly. I hadn’t given them a heads-up, no message, no call—nothing. Just packed a bag and walked out.
I knew how crazy it looked. But staying there was unbearable. Every
