Hailey's POV
Ava didn't scramble to cover herself. She didn't flinch. She sat up slowly, her bare body gleaming in the candlelight, and turned to face me with calm contempt. "What does it look like, Hailey?" she said, voice low, sultry, venomous. "I'm with my husband."
"You..."
"What right do you have to barge into my private moment?" she asked, standing now, completely unashamed of her nudity. "Since when did you become the sole owner of Vickson?"
I turned to him, but he wouldn't meet my gaze. "Vickson…" My voice cracked. "After everything, after the rift, after your sister Emily, after the demons… after she tried to ruin this pack—you lay with her again?"
He finally looked at me, eyes full of something I couldn't name—pity? Guilt? Or worse… indifference. "You should go, Hailey," he said quietly. "This isn't your business."
That was the final blow.
