ELLA

The entire room ices over and shock descends on me in torturous waves as I stare blankly at the huge screen that pauses exactly where I shoved Harris onto the bed.

It stopped there.

Right there—giving it more meaning, more suspense like something actually happened.

Like clockwork, all the pairs of eyes in the hall dart in my direction, and for the first time in so long, I just pray that the ground splits and swallows me.

Yes, I hate this union.

Yes, I think Ivy is a bitch.

Yes, I ...