Tangled

54 Ava: Dinner With Ivy

Music drifts through the kitchen, courtesy of my phone, as I chop garlic, enjoying the sharp aroma. Cooking has always been a comfort to me, a way to lose myself in the simple tasks and let my mind wander. As I toss minced garlic into the pan heating over the stove, I can’t help but feel a sense of peace settle over me, if only momentarily.”

I’ve set up the phone Clayton gave me, and texted him and Ivy to let them know it was working. Neither responded, which is fine by me. I set up the burner phone, too, and texted Lisa with updates. She did respond, and her spam of emojis have lightened the load on my heart. I texted Mrs. Elkins, letting her know I’m safe and begging her not to talk to anyone about me. Mrs. Elkins assured me my job is safe whenever I

can come home, which is even more of a relief.

My little paradise is waiting for me, which makes it so much easier to be stuck here right now.

A knock at the door startles me from my reverie. I glance at the clock, wondering who could be here at

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this hour. Wiping my hands on a towel, I make my way to the door, peering through the peephole.

It’s Ivy.

I take a deep breath, steeling myself for whatever interaction awaits me. There’s something about Ivy that always puts me on edge, a subtle undercurrent of something that I can’t quite place. Still, I paste on a polite smile and open the door..

“Ivy, hi,” I greet her, trying to keep my tone casual.

“Ava,” she says, her smile bright but somehow not quite reaching her eyes. “I hope I’m not interrupting anything.”

“Not at all,” I assure her, stepping aside to let her in. “I was just making dinner.”

As she enters, I notice the bottle of wine in her hand and the shopping bag slung over her arm. My brow furrows slightly, but I say nothing, waiting for her to explain.

liberty of picking up a few things for you,” Ivy says, holding out the wine and the bag. “A

Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the

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have to do that,” I murmur, even as I eye the

a dismissive hand. “It’s the least I could do. You’re practically family now, after

put my finger on it, but

meaning it despite my

if I’m reading too much into things. Maybe I’m just being paranoid. The Moon Goddess

Selene says, yawning from her spot on the couch. She’s

bag and wine on the counter. “Why don’t you make yourself comfortable?” I gesture towards the living area. “Dinner should be ready

roturna mu amila and cinka aronofully onto the

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in greeting, and Ivy reaches out to pat her head in a ginger sort of way, almost

me snort. Inside my head, of course. I wouldn’t do that

the kitchen, trying to ignore the way her gaze seems to

to the table. “Here we are,” I say, setting a plate in front of Ivy before taking my own seat. “I hope you like pasta

silence for a few minutes, the only sounds the soft

light and conversational. “Tell me a little about yourself. Your family, where you’re from–all the

slightly at the mention of family, my grip tightening on my fork. “There’s not much to tell,” I deflect, keeping my tone carefully

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not really around

like genuine sympathy. “I’m sorry,” she murmurs. “I didn’t mean to

my head, offering her a reassuring smile. “It’s alright, you

brief silence, and then Ivy speaks again, her voice tinged with a melancholy I haven’t heard from her before. “Clayton and I lost our parents when we were young,

in a gentle squeeze. I

I murmur, holding her gaze. For the first time since meeting her, I feel like I’m seeing the real Ivy–not the polished

small, grateful smile, giving my hand one last squeeze/before withdrawing hers.

a strong alpha because he was forced to be.