Saving Ava
The elegance and refinement she associated with Carver had vanished, replaced by something raw, something primal.
The robber stood no chance. Carver's punches landed with brutal accuracy, each one driving the man closer to the ground. Ava's breath caught in her throat, adrenaline surging through her veins as she watched, unable to tear her eyes away. Carver was relentless, every movement calculated, controlled. There was a fire in him, a fierce protectiveness that left her stunned.
With a final blow, the robber crumpled, groaning in pain. Carver stood over him, chest heaving, then turned to Ava.
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