Ivy’s POV.
Praise, that name alone scared the crap out of me each time I heard it being called or mentioned. That was a very fine name, by its definition or implication, but its beauty was something else. I packed my luggage for some time and thought about her and how I was going to cope with her under the same roof as me, everything Marrow told me about her the previous day was damn true. It was such a coincidence that she approached me in my room now while I stumbled on p*********y content that had just popped out on my feed on my browser.
“Please don’t tell me you’re also one of them.” She walked toward me with her hands folded; her frown was what got to me always, and it looked like we both argued minutes or seconds before then.
“It’s not me, it’s the phone.”
“So the phone would
