AVA'S POV

“You were calling Adrian in your sleep.” Ethan's voice called, and I turned and stared at him defiantly while he stood at the bathroom door. I knew he was studying me as I prepared to sneak out of the room where I’d been tortured for the past couple of nights.

“And?” I asked coldly as I stretched my aching and tired bones. The last couple of nights had been anything but restful. It was obvious to me from my first night that the couch in Ethan’s room wasn’t meant for sleeping; unfortunately, there was no way of getting an extra bed without grandmother knowing.

“It was discomforting,” he...