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“What is it?”

“I can’t tell you right now.”

His brows snap together. “What the fuck does that mean?”

“It means what I said. I can’t tell you right now.”

“But—”

“Caspian. There are some things I can’t give you, and I’m asking you to trust me to tell you when I can. Please. Do this for me. I swear to you, on the Oath, that I will tell you the first chance I get.”

He sets his shoulders back, lifts his chin, and stares me down like he’s going to fight, but then his jaw loosens and he nods. It’s with reluctance, but he nods.

“By the Oath, you swear.”

“By the Oath, I swear.”

“I’ll remember that. I’m not happy about it, though.”

“I know.”

We walk back to the cars in silence and pack up our stuff before we head back to campus.

It’s only nine. Not that the time matters these days. But now that I’m by myself, I think of Ivy.

Today was the first since she left the hospital that I didn’t see her.

I wanted to give her parents a break from me. Her mother in particular is very uncomfortable around me.

I’d head to the Verge and get a drink, but I can’t bear it tonight. I’d either have some girl trying to rub her tits in my face, or I’d run into the new elite partying.

My phone rings, piercing through the silence of my apartment.

It’s Lucian.

We didn’t get to talk earlier because Caspian was around. I tried calling him when I first got back but his phone was switched off, so I sent him a text.

I grab my phone from the coffee table and answer. “Hey, man.”

“Where are you?” There’s a serious edge to his voice that piques my attention.

“My apartment. What’s going on?”

“I found a whole bunch of stuff for you. It’s…not good, Thorne. None of it.”

My scalp tightens with the trepidation of what he could have found. “What did you find, Lucian?”

“Answers to everything. It’s Levgen, Thorne. The message came from him. But he’s behind it all, and he might have put Ivy and her mother in danger. He was the one who hired the scar-faced man for both attacks. He had your family killed.”

Chapter 37

Ivy

My fingers race across the piano keys, stirring the music to life.

Mom and Levgen wanted me to play my latest composition, so they’ve gathered here in the living room to listen to me.

Even though fear clings to the air, in the quaint little cottage the music sounds homey and the warmth of love surrounds us.

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