Chapter 37. Ambiguity

Avery’s POV

I was still in the room I had been provided earlier, it had been hours since Dylan left. And though I physically felt better, I hadn’t been able to sleep. I had been here long enough to feel the weight of each passing minute, the silence pressing in like a heavy, suffocating blanket.

My body still ached from the earlier treatment, my injuries a constant reminder of the brutality I’d endured. But now, it wasn’t the physical pain that gnawed at me; it was the uncertainty, the nagging feeling that I was caught in something much bigger than I understood.

Dylan had been so kind, so unnervingly kind, and I didn’t trust it. I couldn’t. People like him, people with that much power weren’t generous without reason. There was always an agenda. Always.

I crossed my arms tightly over my chest, staring at the door he had just exited through. The room felt too small, too suffocating. I needed answers. I needed to know why he was being this way to me, why