Ivy
I had no reason to be nervous. None at all. But as I trailed Khason into Morson’s office, body tight with anxiety, I reached automatically for his hand, and he threaded his fingers through mine, tucking me tight behind his body. He wouldn’t tell me anything about this meeting, or why I was coming. Only that it would answer my questions. So, I’d changed into a white v-neck and a pair of black jeans and come with him.
He was tense too, his back rigid, shoulders high. I didn’t bother to ask, knowing what he’d say.
“Ah, perfect timing. Oh! And you brought Ivy! Lovely.” Morson smiled warmly at me. I’m not sure what expression I made in response.
“So…where is he?” Khason asked tightly.
“Just being escorted up. Now…Khason, you know that you are family. I will always prioritize your well-
