Chapter 17: Marked Again?

Ava's POV

Jackson sat on our worn sofa like he owned the place, that fake smile plastered on his face as he turned toward me. My mark burned the second I saw him—the familiar knife-in-the-neck pain I'd gotten used to since he'd kicked me to the curb.

But what really twisted the knife was Mom's...

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