DEVIN’S POV
Caroline’s father, Brent Campbell, was an elderly man with a slender build, an average height and a face etched with deep lines and wrinkles. He had these small, narrow eyes that made it look like he was glaring at you, even when he was in his glasses. And right now, those eyes were piercing deep into my soul.
“Brent,” I said, in a polite tone. “It’s really good to see you. You look great,” I lied. He looked normal, way normal than I had ever seen him. Usually, I saw him in his office or at official meetings and he was always dressed in a pair of suit, but tonight he was dressed casually - a pair of shorts and a vest.
But my mind wasn’t fully on Brent and his dressing, it was in something else entirely. I couldn't shake off the image of Ivy's piercing eyes and deep black h
