Chapter 50:
Ivy’s POV
If there was an award for the worst timing in the world, I’d win it.
The moment Damian said, “We’re going to have a chat. Just you and me,” my brain decided to short-circuit. Chat? With ‘that’ tone? Oh no, no, no. Nothing good ever followed that tone.
His sister, ‘his sister!’ was still standing there, sipping her tea– I didn’t even know where she’d gotten it, like this was a comedy show. “Good luck,” she murmured, sounding entirely too amused.
I wanted to glare at her, but I was too busy trying not to spontaneously combust. “So… you're not just the devil's only child?*” I blurted, turning to Damian. “You could’ve mentioned that before I started complaining about you to her.”
He didn’t even blink. “You seemed comfortable enough.”
“That’s not the point!” I snapp
