<strong>James</strong>

The next morning I knew something was definitely wrong with Ivy. She wasn’t acting herself, and when she came downstairs to get breakfast, she was quieter than usual.

I could feel she had bad dreams every time she closed her eyes, but she acted as if nothing was wrong. Even though I knew there was.

I just don’t think she knew how to confront us about it, or maybe she didn’t want to.

Since we completed the mate bond, we could ...