Ava "s POV

I rushed Dalia into what appeared to be the kitchen.

To say the least, it was enormous; there was an island in the middle of the kitchen with a sink at one end and stools all around it. The counters were black and white marble, and the cabinets were dark grey to match the house's theme.

Before we went playing, I took Dalia's hand in mine and asked if she wanted something to eat. I was avoiding Andrew at all costs because I knew he wouldn't try anything with Dalia around.

I'm not afraid to defend myself. When I first moved to New York, I looked for...