Ivy’s POV
I wasn’t sure whether to feel angry, betrayed, or just utterly exhausted. There was a dull, gnawing ache in my chest that I couldn’t shake, no matter how many times I tried to breathe through it.
Watching Lila, so calm and composed, put on this act of concern, pretending to offer help when all I saw was manipulation, felt like a slap in the face.
But I wasn’t going to break. I refused to let her see it. I wasn’t going to give her the satisfaction.
I had thought she wouldn’t bother me again after the last time, but here she was, filling me in with her sorry stories.
And Connor? What sick game are they both playing? They think I’m the same weak helpless girl?
As she leaned in, her voice soft, almost too soft, I could feel the subtle pressure building in my skull. She was goo
