Chapter 219 Avery

Avery

I’m ready to argue.

I’m ready to beg Ezra and Rowan to let me at least sit beside Damien, to hold his hand, to make sure he knows I’m here and not afraid of him.

Because yes, my shoulder hurts.

Yes, my wrists ache where bruises are already blooming.

But when Damien had me pinned aga...