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."

out a breath. Just be careful around her. And her brother,

memory of our intimate encounter flashes through my mind, heat creeping up my

need to be careful. His wolf thinks of you as his

guys can talk to each

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

I see.

as casually as

a sharp snort. I don't talk to the

Ouch.

* * *

up to the sound of Selene's excited yips and the thump of her tail against the bed frame. Rubbing the sleep from my eyes, I

lazy mutt," I grumble, throwing a pillow in her general direction. She

sunshine, she replies, her

shoot at her, before heading into the

message. It's from Ivy, asking if I'm free to go shopping with

get out

a non-committal response.

to find Ivy standing there, looking impeccably put together

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

silky turquoise blouse and lightweight gray pants. My

you already brought me clothes yesterday," I protest

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

the clothes… I never once agreed to go

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