Ayra’s POV
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I couldn’t sleep. No matter how many times I turned or shifted under the duvet, my eyes just wouldn’t stay shut.
My thoughts were heavy, crashing into one another like a storm. Leon’s voice, his stare, everything about him was still echoing in my head.
Then came a knock at the door.
I hesitated, my body still tired and sore. I dragged myself slowly toward it, but before I could even reach, the door swung open—Ava barged in, looking breathless and panicked.
“What’s wrong?” I asked, confused.
Her eyes scanned the room anxiously before they landed on me. She exhaled sharply and said, “Why didn’t you open the door when I knocked?”
My brows furrowed. “That’s why you barged in like that?”
She glared. “I have bills to pay, Ayra. You’re the lucky one here. And I actually
