The house was quiet and judging from everything, Ivy could sense she was alone. So much she didn't bother putting on clothes as she walked around the house.

Earlier this morning, she had ignored all of them, pretending to be asleep. Damien had kissed her head and Darius her hand.

She roamed the kitchen, picking up the last cup of ice cream and settled down to eat. She closed her eyes, slavery the first bite, opening to freeze half way, finding his eyes fixated on her, gazing on her body and ...