Ava's eyes met mine, confusion replacing anger for a moment. I tugged her toward the bathroom, desperate for a moment of privacy. As soon as the door closed behind us, Ava rounded on me.

"Kylie, what the hell is going on? Did he hurt you? I swear I'll kill him if he—"

"No, Ava, stop," I interrupted, my voice barely above a whisper. "It's not what you think. Lysander... he didn't touch me."

Ava's eyes widened in disbelief. "What? But the sheets..."

I took a deep ...