It was Ivy.

Of course, it was Ivy.

No one had ever suspected her—not the sweet, wide-eyed girl who always played the helpless fool. She’d built her persona so well, draped in innocence, cloaked in naivety. Always needing saving. Always safe from suspicion.

Rose pushed herself up from the cold stone floor, trembling with confusion and fury. "You… you're the creature of darkness?" Her voice cracked. She staggered, catching her foot on the jagged edge of the casket ...