Chapter 84

Ivy's POV

I leaned in close and studied Vane's face.

She was badly drunk—eyes half-open, cheeks flushed.

When she registered me, she squinted, then smiled. A slow, drowsy smile, utterly without self-consciousness.

"Am I dreaming?" she murmured, her voice husky and warm.

I reached out and pinche...

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