( Kingston Mansion)
Ivy’s eyes flew open with a scream so raw it tore through the room like a gunshot.
Her throat burned. Her lungs heaved. The world around her was a blur of too bright white lights and she hated the panicked voices.
"Ivy! Ivy, look at me…"
A pair of hands gripped her shoulders, warm and familiar. She thrashed, her nails digging into skin, her pulse hammering so violently she thought her ribs might c***k.
"Breathe. Just breathe."
Axel.
His voice cut through the chaos.She blinked, her vision swimming into focus. His face was inches from hers, his silver eyes dark with something she couldn’t name.
Fear? Fury?
Her head was in a too confused state to make anything out.
Behind him, her mother hovered, pale and trembling, while Charles stood stiffly near the bed, hi
