CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
“Every time we drive up to this place, I feel sick,” Ivy admitted, watching the Stark mansion expand in her view as they drove closer.
Rosie leaned between the two front seats from her position in the back to see the house that Ivy was sneering at.
“I don’t know why. You’ve never been harmed here, have you?” Dax asked.
“Never been harmed here?” Ivy said. Her head snapped to the side, taking the mansion out of her view, and bringing her husband front and center. “Are you crazy? The first time you brought me here, you s*****d me in the driveway in full view of the house.”
“You tried to run from me, and it worked, didn’t it? You’ve never run away from me again.”
“Except those seven weeks you spent chasing me across the country, are we forgetting about that?”
“Yeah,”
