Ivy’s POV
"Ivy, you’ve been avoiding my calls. What’s so important that you won’t talk to me?" Victor’s smooth voice buzzed on my secure line as I sat huddled in the shadowed corner of my apartment. The room was dimly lit by the glow of my medallion, its pulse echoing my anxiety.
I hesitated before replying, my heart pounding in my ears. "Victor, I’m not sure I can trust you right now," I admitted, my voice trembling slightly. "Every time you call, it’s like you’re trying to pull me into your web."
A pause filled the line, heavy and deliberate, before Victor spoke again. "Ivy, I promise you this is different. I have information—the truth about your parents. The secrets they kept, the reasons behind their untimely deaths. I know what happened, and I can tell you everything."
My pulse qu
