CHAPTER 9:
Ivy's POV
I spun around quickly, thinking Maya was trying to mess with me, but then my breath caught in my throat.
Damian Blackthorn stood at the door of the hallway.
For a moment, I forgot how to breathe. He looked taller than I remembered from the gala, and his dark hair was smooth while his face was sharp and serious. He wore a perfect three-piece suit, and somehow it fit him like it was made just for him. His eyes were fixed on me, and I felt a strange pull deep inside me.
Beside him stood a man holding a slim black briefcase. The man looked calm but strict, like someone who didn’t smile much.
Damian started walking into the hallway, and his steps were slow but sure, and people moved aside without him saying a word.
Girls near the lockers gasped and started whispering
