Ivy’s POV
The hours blurred.
I wasn’t sure how long I had been tied, how long I had been breathing this stale, musty air in the cold wooden room. But I knew one thing—Cian hadn’t come back since he stormed out after tying me to the chair again.
My wrists were raw from the rope. My back ached. But more than anything, my heart felt like it was sinking deeper into a darkness I didn’t understand. I wasn’t scared of the house. I wasn’t scared of the night. I was scared of him.
Cian. The man I once thought was kind.
I kept going back to every moment we shared. Every gentle word. Every look that made me feel like he understood me better than Leon did. And now, every word he ever spoke felt like a trap.
My eyes wandered across the room. Dust coated the cracked windows. The walls were worn wi
