Ava had stepped into Jack’s room with the quiet confidence of someone who believed she already knew the truth. Her eyes swept across the room like a predator, scanning every corner, every shadow, every possible hiding place. She paused at the wardrobe, lingered over the draped coats, and then swept her gaze over the bed, the desk, and the window sill.“Ava, is something wrong?” he asked casually, but the edge in his voice betrayed him. Ava didn’t answer. She let her gaze drift past him, almost brushing his shoulder, and then back again. “I was passing the hallway and I caught a scent that shouldn’t be here” she said finally, her voice calm. Jack forced a casual lean against the doorframe, masking the tension in his shoulders. “The maids were carrying linens past here a few minutes ago. Maybe one of them brushed the door.”Ava turned her piercing gaze back on him slowly. “And maybe that maid was Mira.”Jack’s lips changed into the smallest shrug. “Possibly.”Ava’s eyes narrowed
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