“Ah, so that’s it.” He lets out small laugh, but it doesn’t sound cheerful. “You have fire in you, Ava. He’s told me about how you grew up, your mom, your brother.” His gray eyes, so much like Knox’s, trace over my face. “It takes a phoenix to rise from the ashes. I guess he thinks you are one.” He doesn’t necessarily sound displeased about it, yet his voice is resigned.
