Chapter 9

• “Ava, how’s it going?” Autumn was talking to the last of the four standing there.
• Ava was, in a one-word description, angry. All the time. Her dark hair was pulled up into a ponytail, and messy like she didn’t care about such things as appearance. She was petite and slender and if it weren’t for the attitude that screamed, ‘I will flay you if you speak to me’, she might have been a very attractive woman. Her DNA was and would remain a mystery because he was too afraid to get caught looking for too long.
• “Autumn.” Ava scanned the rest of us briefly, “fell in with some royal’s I see.”