CRUSHED FAITH
Griffin’s POV
The air in the loft is stifling. Griffin’s eyes burrow into mine, seeking answers I’m not ready to give. His jaw is tense, his posture rigid he’s barely holding himself together. My heart rushes as I stand transfixed, clutching the recording device in my fingers, trying to figure out how it all got so far out of control.
“Griffin,” I begin, my voice cracking, “I can explain everything.”
He crosses his arms, his expression inscrutable. “Explain what, Ivy? How you’ve been traveling with Victor? How you’ve been keeping falsehoods from me while he’s slowly working to ruin everything I’ve built?”
“I wasn’t working with him,” I respond hurriedly, coming closer. “You have to believe me. I was attempting to stop him. I’ve been accumulating evidence...”
“Evid
