Clarabell's POV
In her living room, Ivy was pacing back and forth, and I could feel her frantic energy making me uneasy. This made think of how easily fire spreads when introduced into a place as fertile as my impressionable heart. And Ivy knew just how uncomfortable she was making me feel.
With her hands making wild gestures, she shouted, "You have to go," for the third time in five minutes.
“And run into a complete stranger who *just so happens* to know something about Alexander Gray?” I crossed my arms and shot back, "That sounds like a good plan. Let's be real here."
With a determined look in her hazel eyes, Ivy stopped pacing and positioned herself in front of me. “Clara, it's not just anybody. He claims to know Gray. Why is that hard to imagine? We wanted leads and God himself se
