Ivy’s pov.

The tent felt smaller suddenly.

Mae hesitated beside me, her jaw tight, but one look from him and she turned sharply toward the exit. I followed, too stunned to speak.

Outside, the air was colder than before. Mae muttered curses under her breath as we walked.

“I told you,” she snapped finally. “He was never going to agree.”

I’d barely made it ten steps before I stopped.

“I’m not leaving,”

My mind was made up.

Mae turned, brows furrowed. “What?”

“I’m not ...