Ivy POV
Two days passed since the incident with Hale, and it had become more than awkward around the house. The guys seemed content with whatever project they were working on, but I had no doubt that it had to deal with Talon.
On more than one occasion, I heard his name mentioned and even heard Damian get angry. Walking down stairs, I made my way towards the living room. My eyes landing on James who sat reclined on the sofa watching T.V. “Hey, you,” I smiled, watching him turn to me.
“Hey, did you sleep well?” He asked as I slid in between his legs and got comfortable.
“Yeah,” I sighed, “has there been any news on Talon yet?”
A heavy breath left him as he pondered over what I was saying. I knew he didn’t want to tell me what was going on, but at the same time, it was time they told me something.
“We still aren’t sure—”
“Don’t give me that,” I snapped, as I turned my eyes to his. “Don’t lie to me. I know you know something, otherwise Damian wouldn’t be as angry as he is.”
