Fuck. Wick hadn’t been as unaware as she hoped, which only furthered Ava’s suspicions that he’d been out to get her all along. He must had known she was following, purposefully lured her into here, probably away from witnesses. (There was no explaining the weird table display, however.) Ava had fallen for his trap, hitting the floor hard with an unfamiliar thump as her body remained frustratingly solid. But a quick roll had her off her back and crouched low, one knee to the floor and balanced on the balls of her feet. Poised to strike as she readjusted her grip on the fire poker that had landed beside her.
She blew a messy strand of hair out of her eyes, staring the man down even from her position on the floor. “I warned you,” she whispered, pointing the sharp end of the poker his way, “to be careful.” See if he dared to ask of? now. Undeterred by the broken glass, ignoring how much more vulnerable she was in this state, Ava sprung back up with a swing for his knees.