Riley—POV
The fire roared behind us, its light dancing off Ivy’s face as she stared at the flames, her eyes shadowed with something I couldn’t quite place. The soldiers scrambled to douse the blaze, shouting orders at one another. My heart pounded as I turned to Ivy, my voice low, sharp.
“Why did you burn that place?”
She didn’t look at me right away. When she finally did, her expression was calm—too calm.
“If you want an answer, accompany me,” she said, her voice so steady it unnerved me.
I hesitated, my mind racing, but then I followed her. We arrived at her apartment in silence, the tension between us growing with every step. She unlocked the door, gesturing for me to enter. The moment I stepped inside, I felt it—a presence, like someone else was there. Ivy glanced over her shoulde
