Ivy
“What are you not telling me?” I shoved through the door to the room next to mine, the one Khason had been allocated, realizing far too late that he might be changing. But no. He was face down on the fluffy white mattress, shirtless and limp. I slowed, my ire fading. “You’re…not dead, are you?”
A muffled laugh came from deep within the mattress, though only the contracting of his back muscles gave any indication that the sound came from him. Are you saying you’d mind?
“Only because it would be a lot harder to get into Crescent by myself.” I folded my arms across my chest, eyeing him. His back was scattered with more scars, but these were light and faded marks of raised skin, nothing like the intricate tangle of silver vines that crossed his throat. He was so…muscular. After months i
