CHAPTER FIFTEEN

Ivy's POV

"Antonio, I'm done." My voice shakes as I shove clothes into a duffel bag, my hands trembling so hard I drop a sweater. "I can't stay here. Not after... not after everything."

Antonio leans against the doorframe of my tiny room in Alessio's mansion, arms crossed, his jaw tight. "Ivy, slow down. You're not thinking straight. You just lost your dad, and now you re-what? Running away?"

"Running away?" I snap, spinning to face him, my heart pounding. "You think this is ...