Ivy’s POV

The moment I stepped out of the house I suddenly felt cold.

It felt cleaner out here, away from her voice, away from the heavy scent of coffee and venom.

But the quiet didn’t help.

If anything, it made everything worse.

I slid into the car and sank back into the seat, letting the door close softly behind me. My fingers were trembling. I didn’t even notice until I saw the faint shimmer of the pendant in my hand, the one she’d pointed at like it carried a curse.

Vincent.

Her ...