VICTOR’S WARNING
Ivy's POV
The night is a blur of anxious pacing and stolen looks at the secret safe. Marissa’s words hang heavy in the air. Check his safe. The combination is 4-2-1-9.
I stand cold in front of the bookshelf, my hand shaking as I trace the edges of the secret panel. Every instinct tells me to stop, to wait for Griffin and demand answers, but a darker part of me the one fed by suspicion and fear says that I’ll never get the truth from him.
Just as I’m about to pull the secret latch, a sharp knock at the door startles me. My heart leaps into my throat. It’s nearly midnight who could it be at this hour? For a brief moment, I wonder if it’s Marissa again, but the shape I see through the peephole is larger, wider.
Victor Kane.
I pause before opening the door, fear twisting
