Ivy’s POV
"Damien, we need to talk—now."
I grabbed his arm as we walked through the quiet corridors of the safehouse. My heart pounded, and my mind was a storm of emotions. The words I’d been holding in for so long burned on my tongue. Finally, I couldn’t stay silent any longer.
Damien’s eyes met mine, filled with apprehension and something I couldn’t quite read. "Ivy, what’s wrong?" he asked, his voice cautious yet laced with concern.
I took a deep breath, my anger and hurt surging through me. "I want to know the truth about your family—about your father. I know he betrayed my family, and I want you to tell me exactly what happened."
He stiffened, his face clouding over with pain. For a long moment, he said nothing. The silence between us was thick with unspoken accusations. Finally,
