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Almira quickly recovered from her surprise. She returned a serious look to the man she was hiding from. Chelle, on the other hand, seemed as though she had seen a ghost while looking at Ivan's friend. I didn't know whether it was Angus, Caius, or Huxley.

Ivan grabbed my attention, and I blinked in response.

"What are you doing here?!" I exclaimed at him. What was his deal, suddenly showing up here?

I wanted to slap some sense into him, but I refrained from revealing my bitterness, despite feeling a strong urge to vent in those moments.

"You're drunk; go home," he replied calmly. His voice was gentle as if he were a patient spouse comforting an upset wife.

I scowled. I didn't budge from my seat. Who was he to tell me what to do? The nerve of him!

"Let's go," he invited, but I remained stubborn. I looked in another direction, arms crossed.

He patiently looked at me. Why did he seem angry with me? What did I do wrong? And what was he doing here? He sighed. His face softened again