Dominic

When I moved closer to Ivy, she stiffened, pressing herself to the wall like a cornered thing.

“I said sleep,” I murmured. “Not run.”

Her voice wavered. “You’re going to sleep here? Next to me?”

“Yes.”

She turned her face toward the fire, away from me. “I can’t sleep with you so close to me.”

“Why?” I asked, not moving. The mattress dipped under my weight, making her tense again.

“Because I don’t trust you,” ...