Ivy squinted her eyes at the golden rays of sunlight that were streaming down from the windows to her left. She woke from the chest of her man and looked at his perfect, calm face. She didn't want to wake him up.
Her cheeks reddened when she recalled the events of last night. All the confusion that she had in her mind got eradicated. The voices that pushed her down were not there anymore.
Perhaps she was really free of the spell. As she slumped next to him on the bed, her chest tightened, recalling the things that she had said to him.
How could she even say that she loved Connor? This was bad! Tristan must have gotten pretty much hurt by her.
She rolled on her side swiftly to look at her man. This man—all he does is only give. He gives and gives everything to her, without expecting an
