AVA’S POV
Daniel’s words didn't matter.
For two days, I repeated that lie often enough that I almost managed to believe it.
‘I meant without me.’
Daniel had always been infuriatingly bossy, forever telling everyone what they should or shouldn't be doing, whether it was his place or not. Those four words had no right to haunt me like a bad song stuck in my head.
Except they did.
They followed me while I trained, while I ate, while I tried to study, and especially when I lay in bed at night staring at the ceiling, wondering whether he'd actually meant what I thought he meant.
He couldn’t have, though. He had a girlfriend, and I had no business reading into something that was decidedly nothing.
I needed to get that damn boy out of my head.
So, of course, when Bree suggested a bonfire party in the woods two nights later, I jumped at the chance.
‘Don’t go to parties alone.’
Yeah, Daniel Blackthorne didn’t tell me what I could and couldn’t do.
