CHAPTER 42
Ava’s POV:
I stood in the dingy alleyway that reeked of stale beer and something that smelt vaguely metallic, like blood.
The air was thick with the stench of vomit and some other smell I couldn't describe.
This was our usual meeting place, a forgotten corner of the city not too far from the pack but far enough that no one would suspect. Here, amongst the whispers of the wind and the distant rumble of traffic, we could speak freely, without fear of prying ears.
Ethan was late, as usual. I paced impatiently, unable to stand in a single place. The black turtleneck dress I wore hugged my body like a second skin. The chunky black boots on my feet tapped against the ground impatiently.
My meticulously crafted plan has gone down the drain; the seductive allure, the calculated
