Ivy’s POV

I stared at the hot cup of tea in front of me. Strangely I didn’t feel as cold as I thought I would.

Winter was coming but I felt hot. I hadn’t even known when I had suddenly dozed off.

One minute I was thinking of Lucien’s reaction, staring at the ceiling, replaying every word, every heartbeat of silence between us. I must have fallen asleep at some point, still thinking about him. I'm still wondering if I’ve done something wrong.

Was this the beginning stage of ...