Ava's POV I paced the length of the master suite. Every vibration of my phone felt like an electric shock. Finally, the screen lit up with a single text from Raquel: ‘I’m outside. Doorbell in thirty seconds.’I practically flew down the stairs, trying to keep my breathing shallow so I wouldn't alert Cage. He was still in the living room, his presence was a heavy and immovable weight. When the chime of the doorbell echoed through the foyer, he stood up with a slow, bored grace. "That’ll be the delivery," he muttered, more to himself than to me.I held my breath as he pulled open the heavy oak door. I stayed in the shadows of the hallway, my eyes fixed on the sliver of the outside world. Then, I heard it. The voice was pitched higher, strained with a fake urgency, but the cadence was unmistakable."Oh, thank goodness! Sir, I am so sorry, but I’ve been on the road for three hours and I–I desperately need to use your restroom," Raquel said, hidden under a generic delivery cap and a bu
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