Ivara’s POV
I was curled up on the bed with my knees tucked beneath the blanket, a book resting against my thighs.
The room was quiet and peaceful.
After everything that had happened over the past few days, I had discovered that reading was the easiest way to silence the chaos in my head. Thankfully, Xlynor had a small library here.
I had just turned a page when the door swung open without warning.
I didn’t even bother looking up. “You’ll have to knock,” I said flatly. “It’s unethical to just barge in like that.”
The footsteps crossing the room were unmistakable. Of course, it was him.
Xlynor didn’t respond to my complaint or even acknowledge it.
I sighed and lifted my eyes from the book just as he stopped near the foot of the bed.
He looked the same as always—dark clothing, sharp
