The plan was already in motion, her mind filled with excitement as she smiled. But her smile disappeared when another familiar scent drifted in,

Cassien.

He leaned against the doorway, hands tucked into his pockets, that half-smirk playing on his lips. “You’ve gotten bolder,” he murmured, eyes gliding lazily to the mark on her neck. “Leaving souvenirs on my brother before dinner with his fiancée. Now that’s wicked.”

Ivy froze, he had seen through it. “We only kissed, nothing ...