Ava crouched, feeling petrified at the top of the stairs. She'd waited in her room after taking her fake shower, waiting for Jack to come looking for answers. She hadn't banked on Wesley confronting him first.
So she'd stayed out of sight, eavesdropping on the pair of them, willing Wesley away so she could get to Jack, try to help him out of here.
These last weeks she'd hoped against hope that her father would make her mother see sense. After all, Jack was a silverblood – hard to turn. A natural resister. Anyone sane would've just given up on him and set him free.
