The next morning, Ivy woke up to rain.
Again.
At this point, she was beginning to suspect Black Hollow only had two weather settings:
Raining.
About to rain.
She lay in bed for a moment, staring at the ceiling.
The stranger’s warning replayed in her head.
They’ll never stop looking.
The words had followed her all night.
Into her dreams.
Into the quiet moments between sleep and waking.
Into the morning.
A knock sounded on the door.
Three sharp taps.
“Ivy.”
Reaper.
Her pulse immediately reacted.
“Come in.”
The door opened.
Reaper stepped inside carrying a coffee cup.
The sight caught her completely off guard.
“You brought me coffee?”
One dark eyebrow lifted.
“You sound surprised.”
“I am surprised.”
He handed it over.
The cup was warm.
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