Chapter 55 Ava: Shopping With Ivy

For someone who doesn't want children, he could have fooled me last week, Selene says, yawning in amusement.

Shut up, I hiss at her, smiling at Ivy. "I'm sorry for startling you."

"It's fine." She waves a hand, looking me over with some caution. "As long as you're okay."

I continue eating, trying to keep my composure after that awkward moment. Ivy hesitates, seeming unsure if she should continue eating as well. The silence between us grows thick and uncomfortable. I rack my brain for something to say, but the tension is stifling.

Finally, Ivy clears her plate and stands. "Well, I should get going. Thank you for having me over."

I stand as well, unsure of the protocol. "Of course. Thanks for the gifts."

She steps forward and kisses both my cheeks, catching me off guard. "I'll see you around, Ava."

And with that, she's gone, leaving me alone in the apartment. I collapse onto the plush couch, mentally exhausted from the visit. What was the point of all that? She seemed nice enough, but there's just something so weird about how she acts. Judgment? Suspicion?

I can't quite put my finger on it.

Selene pads over and hops up beside me, resting her head on my lap. She certainly is an interesting one.

"You're telling me," I mutter, running my fingers through her soft fur. "I can't figure out her angle."

I wouldn't trust her as far as I could throw her. There's something off about that one.

I frown, staring at the gifts she left on the counter. "You think so? She seems harmless enough to me."

Selene huffs out a breath. Just be careful around her. And her

of our intimate encounter flashes through my mind, heat creeping

His wolf thinks of

Selene. "You guys can talk

seem to find my intelligence lacking. It's only humans who are

I see.

her ears, I ask as casually as possible, "And

her head away with a sharp

Ouch.

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the thump of her tail against the bed frame. Rubbing the sleep from my eyes, I peer over at her lounging on

general direction. She dodges it easily, not even bothering to look away from the

she replies, her

to know that show is garbage," I shoot at her, before heading into the bathroom for a

drying off, my phone chimes with a new text message. It's from Ivy, asking if I'm free to go shopping

get

out a non-committal

it to find Ivy standing there, looking impeccably put together as always. She gives me a once-over, taking in my

says breezily, brushing past me into the apartment. "I took the liberty of picking out an outfit

lightweight gray pants. My eyes widen when I spot the

you already brought me clothes yesterday," I protest weakly. "And I don't really wear

dismissive hand. "You'll look great. Now go get changed—the

clothes… I never once agreed to go shopping, did

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