~CHAPTER EIGHTY FOUR~
I look at him, waiting.
Waiting for him to say the words, to tell her to leave. If not this second, then at least first thing in the morning.
But he doesn’t move, not even a shift.
The silence stretches, heavy and uncomfortable.
I glance at Ivy, and the smirk on her face settles something cold in my chest. She knows exactly what she’s doing. She’s standing there like she’s been chosen.
Oh, she’s enjoying this.
I look back at Hardin. He looks frustrated, sure… but not enough. Not nearly enough for my liking.
“You…” I start, but the words collapse before they can form.
What exactly am I supposed to say? Choose me? In my own house?
No.
I shut myself up and turn to leave. His hand grips my wrist.
I spin back instantly, anger flashing in my eyes as I pull free.
