C18 OFF-ROAD.

AVERY’S POV:

My gaze dropped to the black loafers placed at the foot of the bed. Functional, basic—just another part of my life that screamed, "borrowed." Sliding them on, I winced as the stiff leather rubbed against the bruises and cuts on my feet. Every step I took hurt.

The loud knock on the door startled me before I could investigate the tattoo any further