A FRAGILE BOND
Ivy's POV
There was an overwhelming hush in the penthouse. It wasn't the kind of calm that embraced you like a cozy blanket. No, this was the type that made every breath feel almost intolerable and every floorboard creak felt magnified. Once more, Griffin was in his study. Since the gala, I hadn't seen him very much, and when I did, it was just briefly, with his remarks succinct and direct.
With a sigh, I curled up with a book that I wasn't really reading on the couch. As my mind wandered to the man who had somehow come to be the center of my existence, the sentences became jumbled. Blackwell, Griffin. chilly. calculated. Nevertheless, there were times when minute fissures in his armor suggested something more serious.
I heard footsteps and turned to listen. I looked up
