Where the ice melts
IVY POV
We drove in silence for a while, the hum of the Mercedes the only sound. My hands gripped my
bag in my lap, my mind spinning a million miles an hour.
Finally, the man broke the silence.
“I’m Walter… Butler, bodyguard to Ronan Hale,” he said, giving me a small smile. “You can
call me Walt.”
I nodded, my throat suddenly dry. “Okay… Walt.”
“You seem tense,” he said, his voice calm, almost gentle. “I understand. Thank you for doing
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