CHAPTER FIVE
“A party?” Ivy asked.
Dax just finished recounting the story of his meeting with Mauri at the mansion. They lay naked together in the pure white sheets of his bed, the night locked outside. When he’d got back, she’d been in bed already. As soon as he joined her, she’d sensed his frustration so let him vent some of that energy on her body.
After some physical exertion, he was calmer. She put him on his side of the bed and lay on her own side, putting some space between them to allow words to take the place of actions. Facing him, she stayed quiet while he relayed the story of his encounter with Mauri.
“It’s next Saturday,” he said. That day was Friday, giving them a week to think about the invitation. “He wants us both there.”
“You told him what he could do with his party,
