Chapter 41:
Ivy’s POV
I’d barely stepped out of school when I saw him. Of all the places I expected to see him again, standing directly outside my school gates was the last.
Damian Blackthorn stood near the main gates, leaning against a black SUV parked by the curb, rain dripping from his hair onto his dark shirt–he looked even more handsome wet. Innuendo intended. Students passed him, glancing once before looking away too fast, as if something in them knew not to stare too long.
Of course he’d come here. Of course. My first thought was that something terrible had happened. My second was that I didn’t want to care.
I clutched my bag tighter and tried to pretend I didn’t see him. It didn’t work. His gaze found mine the instant I stepped out from under the covered walkway, because, appa
