Ava’s POV
It’s been almost a week since the night everything went down. A week of silence. A week of avoiding familiar places and faces, especially him. I haven’t stepped foot in the mansion since that night. Instead, I moved a few things into my private suite—a temporary escape, or so I tell myself. It’s quiet, peaceful, exactly what I need.
I haven’t seen Orion once in the past six days. Good for him, and even better for me. I don’t think I could stomach looking at his smug, stupid face without feeling the urge to slap him. He doesn’t deserve my time or my thoughts, yet here I am thinking about him again. Old habits, I suppose.