Ava's POV
I was sitting across from Anna in the small shop we always went to when we needed to talk. The evening sun filtered through the windows, casting long shadows on the table, Anna’s sharp, questioning gaze pierced me.
“Wow,* she suddenly blurted out, taking a sip of her milkshake.
“I have no idea what to do now,” I shrugged, playing with my straw. “I am as confused as hell, my mother thinks it is my fault, I should have killed Lady Eleanor out of the palace.”
“It’s not too late, Ava. You can still run. Just leave Arthur, the pack, all of it.”
I scoffed, my face flickered to disbelief. “Do you think I need someone to tell me to run before I do that? I have been running for years.”
“Then why are you crawling? You should have run by now.”
“I can't,” I said taking in deep breaths, my vision slowly narrowing into a pinprick. “If I run now, their suspicion would only increase.”
“Well, if they find out, it is more disastrous than when they find out that you were held.”
My eyes slow
