~ Ava’s POV ~

The room smelled like expensive cigars . I sat in the ornate chair with my wrists bound and ankles chained to its legs. My hands were beginning to form bruises around.

Cold metal chain bit into my skin, and I was shaking from fear. From heartbreak. From the ache of missing someone I didn’t know how to forgive.

Sebastian Carter stood by the massive window, swirling a glass of whiskey like he was in a movie.

Logan’s father.

He didn’t look like Logan, not ...