Chapter 30 Blood And Betrayal
- The scent of blood clung to the air.
- It was faint, like a whisper. But in Damien’s world, whispers always meant something was about to die.
- Ivy stood barefoot in the hallway, the hem of her silk nightgown brushing the marble floor. She should’ve been asleep. She wasn’t. Something had woken her—something cold and sharp. An instinct.