Chapter 10 The Hunger He Feeds

• Ivy didn’t sleep.
• She lay in the dark with her limbs tangled in the sheets, her eyes wide open, staring at the ceiling as if it could tell her what came next. The silence wasn’t gentle. It pulsed in her chest like a bruise that refused to fade. Every breath she drew felt sharp, scraping past the ache in a throat that still remembered how he had choked her with need, how he had made her say his name like it was a vow.
• He hadn’t come back after leaving her trembling in that bed.