Chapter 24 A Taste Of Defiance

Ivy sat on the edge of the massive bathtub, toes brushing the warm water as steam curled upward like ghostly fingers. The silence in the suite was loud, oppressive, and heavy with unspoken tension. It clung to her skin like the dress she hadn’t yet taken off—the red one Damien insisted she wear. Her fingers trembled as she unzipped the dress.