Chapter Seven

Ivan's blood grew cold. He knew who Madeline was talking about, even though the desperation to crane his neck and look at shawn rose within him. Ivan couldn't summon the courage to meet his gaze. He looked at Madeline, who was already looking at him, and then at Shawn, standing and doing God knows what, and being in God knows which location.

Ivan could feel his hand trembling as he held the champagne glass, even though he had been drinking since the reunion party started. Suddenly, his throat became dry. This time around, he didn't need to gulp down a champagne but something strong, something capable of calming his tense nerves.

Madeline patted his shoulder softly and walked past him, obviously going over to Shawn. Ivan shakily exhaled as he slowly turned, and his eyes landed on Shawn. But he couldn't help but notice the very handsome blonde man standing close to him, giving Shawn a sweet smile that made Ivan's stomach churn.

He realized Shawn hadn't come alone to the party, he came w