Ivy’s pov.

The silverware sat loosely between my fingers as I poked the beef in front of me, the sound echoing through the dining hall.

The last time I’d sat here, I was a mess of heat, my entire body trembling at his touch, and even now I still felt that rush, this time much heightened.

The heavy doors swung open. My breath caught, the fork freezing midway to my lips. Lucien stepped into the hall, filling the room with his strong Alpha scent.

Heat curled low in my stomach, and I ...