Amanda’s pov.
I’d seen Ivy and the concubine as they made their way to Asher’s room. Ivy had purposely avoided my gaze while the brown haired woman met my stare with some form of a challenge and pride in hers.
I remembered her face from the group of them that’d attacked me that day, she hadn’t been as proactive as Ophelia or her clique, but she had thrown a few hurtful jabs here and there and had even attempted to hit me.
Our eyes held as she brushed past me and I felt my heart sink to the very pit of my stomach. I knew what she was going to do, there really wasn’t any other reason one would call a w***e to their room at this time and it certainly wasn’t for a riveting conversation.
I’d cursed at myself for caring then I cursed her for her brazen stares, then I forced myself to act unb
