Ava's POVThe effect was immediate. Claudia's scent spiked violently with embarrassment and rage.I had obviously hit a nerve.I had already pieced together her pattern.She only visited me in prison once, when she visited her sister, and when she came, she didn't seem interested in what was going on.She didn't confront me directly during those five years.But she exploded tonight at Anderson’s apartment.If she truly hated me as Juliet’s killer, her behavior should have mirrored Anderson’s, controlled hostility, annual visits, psychological pressure, something sustained.Instead, she was reactive, emotional, and selectively triggered, and her trigger point circled back to one person.Anderson Shelton.My wolf exhaled softly.Claudia snapped, “Shut your mouth!”She tried to strike again. I shifted half a step sideways.Her fist cut through empty air. She lost balance and stamped her foot in frustration, the sound sharp against the pavement.“Listen carefully, Ava,” she spat. “Every t
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