Ivy’s POV

The silver blade caught a faint glimmer of morning light as I tucked it into the inner fold of my dress. My hands shook so hard I nearly dropped it.

The knife wasn’t large, just something small enough to hide.

I didn’t know if I would use it. I only knew I had to have it.

The decision was made.

I was leaving tonight.

The thought made my stomach twist, but staying here felt worse. Every time I blinked, I saw Ezra standing in that corridor, his expression dark as he ordered ...