Ivy's pov I was walking down the hall, heading to Dominic’s room. It was late, past nine at night, and I didn’t want to be alone. My room felt too dark, too quiet, after that creepy note I found yesterday. I kept my hand in my pocket, touching the knife I’d started carrying. It made me feel a little safer, but my heart was still racing. I turned the corner by the stairs, and there he was, Theo, leaning against the wall, a glass in his hand. He looked messy, his shirt untucked, his eyes glassy. He was drunk. I could tell by the way he swayed. He saw me and smiled. It was a mean, ugly smile. “Hey, cousin,” he said, his voice slurring, too loud in the quiet hall. I stopped, keeping my distance. “Move,” I said, my voice sharp. He pushed off the wall, taking a step closer. “You’re always in a hurry,” he said. “Always running to Dominic. What’s the big secret?” “It’s not a secret,” I said, glaring. “It’s none of your business. Get out of my way, Theo.” He laughed, a gross, wet soun
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