Ava’s POV"What’s going on here?"My mother’s voice was sharp, her eyes darting between Ryan’s hand, which was still inches from my head and my flushed face.Ryan didn't even blink. He dropped his hand smoothly, reaching past me, grabbed a bottle of the sparkling cider Victor had mentioned, and turned toward her with a lazy, effortless smile."Ava couldn't find the bottle opener," he said, his voice as smooth as silk. "I was just showing her where everything is. This house is a maze, isn't it?"My mother’s expression softened instantly. The suspicion in her eyes vanished, replaced by that eager, desperate-to-please glow. "Oh! Well, thank you, Ryan. That’s very thoughtful of you."I stood frozen against the pantry shelf, my heart still trying to kick its way out of my ribs. He was terrifyingly good at this. One second he was whispering threats in my ear, and the next, he was the helpful, perfect son."Come on," my mother said, gesturing for us to follow. "Dinner is ready."Ryan stepped
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