Chapter 17 Cold Comfort

Damian’s grip burned through the wool of Ava’s coat, heavy and unyielding.

Mist hung between them in silver beads. Neither moved. Diesel fumes from catering vans drifted across the wet gravel, mingling with the scent of damp earth.

Ava did not pull away. Showing weakness to Damian had cost her eve...

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