The cool night air hit her like a slap.
Ava inhaled deeply, clearing her lungs of the dungeon's stench, though the memory of drowning still clung to her.
Kade followed her closely.
"You're supposed to be going to the Alpha's quarters," he reminded her, his voice carrying a tinge of warning.
Ava snorted, veering left instead of right. "Oh, is that so?"
Kade sighed, already exasperated. "Ava…"
"I don't give a damn what your precious Alpha wants," she shot back. "He can kiss my ass. I'm going back to my room," she continued, lifting her chin defiantly. "Like a good, little, obedient concubine."
She spat the last word out like it physically disgusted her, her hands curling into fists at her sides.
Concubine. That was all Lucas saw her as, wasn't it?
Not someone worth fighting for, not someone worth believing in, not someone he would ever trust completely.
Just a woman to warm his bed.
