So terrified that he was willing to give up everything... even the child he might have secretly longed for. Her lips trembled.
Slowly, she leaned forward and wrapped her arms around him, her voice barely a whisper as she spoke everything into his ear, the dream, the cloaked figure, the demand… Ivy's blood.
Jay's expression darkened instantly. By the time she finished, his eyes had already turned sharp, filled with a cold, dangerous clarity.
Without another word, he stood up and rushed out.
When he returned, he wasn't alone. Ivy stood beside him.
The moment Ember saw her, her gaze instinctively shifted away, guilt flickering across her pale face.
Ivy, however, felt a sharp pang in her chest.
'If she wasn't my sister... would she have suffered like this?'
The thought cut deep. Because now, it was obvious...that cloaked figure hadn't chosen Ember randomly.
It wanted Ivy. Ember was just… a means. Ivy's gaze hardened slightly as her mind raced.
