Chapter 8 Game Of Disguises

• The grip on Ivy’s arm was unresisting as Harrison dragged her through the mansion’s hallways. His steps were swift, echoing with the sharp authority of a man on a mission. She struggled to keep up, her heart racing not just from the speed but from the growing sense of terror that tightened around her chest.
• “Harrison, wait,” she gasped, pulling back against his hold. “Where are you taking me?”
• He didn’t slow, his eyes were focused straight ahead. “Don’t ask questions you’re not ready to hear the answers, Ivy.”