Chapter 33 Blood On Her Hands
- The night after the masquerade bled into the dawn with no sign of peace.
- Ivy stood by the enormous windows of Damien’s study, watching the city blink awake, oblivious to the war brewing in the underworld below. Her fingers still tingled from the tight grip Damien had on her last night. His kiss had left her lips bruised, his claim unmistakable.
- And yet, the words haunted her.