Chapter 23

Laura POV

When some of the pack entered the house a few hours later, I timidly loiter by the stairs. My eyes focus on Ava as she talks with Phia.

I remember her from my day in the rain. Ava spots me from across the hallway and approaches.

“Hey, Laura,” she says warmly. “How are you?”

“I’m okay,” I admit.

Ava’s smile is warm and makes my bones relax. “I’m just about to make some lunch in Maxwell’s private kitchen. Would you like to join me?”

My head nods before I register. “Yes, please.”

Her expression lights up, and I can tell she’s trying her hardest not to overreact. It’s been a while since I’ve spoken to her one-on-one.

I think about what Gemma said, and this is progress, even if it seems tiny to some.

I follow her into the empty kitchen. I’m relieved Maxwell has private areas for his family. “Remind me to tidy up after lunch,” Ava murmurs.

“Bash was almost banned from coming in here this morning.”

“Why?”

Ava glances at me. “Because Maxwell cannot stand the mess. He likes everyt