NATHAN’S MISTAKE
Ivy's POV
I sit in the darkened kitchen, holding my phone as if it were going to break in my hands, the text from Victor still burning in my head. Run. The term throbs in my mind like a sinister drum that would not go away. Where would I go, though? What about Nathan?
Later that night, Nathan arrives at the penthouse as though he was called by my thoughts. Something more somber and quieter takes the place of his typical effervescent exuberance. His face is pallid beneath his dark locks, and his hands are stuffed deep in his jacket pockets.
He hesitates in the doorway before saying, "Hey." "Are you free for a moment?"
I give him a nod and motion him inside. "Obviously. What's the matter?
Nathan fidgets with his jacket's zipper while seated at the kitchen island. I can
