Ivy's POV:
I broke down in tears in front of Leon, and so he let me off the hook. Oh, my dear uncle Leon, he always has a soft spot in certain areas.
But he sternly warned me not to associate with dangerous people outside, and especially not to harm Claire and her ragtag group of friends. If I did, he wouldn't hesitate to kick me out of the clan, which made me want to tear my hair out.
Anything related to Claire, and Leon becomes over-the-top protective!
I stumbled out of the interrogation room, leaning against the walls for support, limping back to my room. The hallway was eerily silent, completely deserted, as if everyone had forgotten I existed.
I let out a bitter laugh, but it didn't seem like a big deal to me.
Back in my room, I poured myself a stiff drink. The pain eased a bit
