Chapter 85 You Don't Know What You Do With My Name

• The Salvatore mansion was almost dark when I entered. The silence was so dense it seemed to hang from the ceiling like a damp spiderweb, crawling over my skin as I walked down the hall. My hands still carried the cold scent of the church, and Ivy’s voice—her venom, her twisted truth—repeated in my head like a mantra I didn’t want to remember.
• “I was the one who held him when you slept with his enemy.”
• “And yet, he never chose you.”