Ivy
“You will let me meet with my father?” I whispered.
“Well, of course,” he said. “Wait outside the GrayCrest boundary at midnight and my men will pick you up.”
“And why should I trust you?” I demanded. “How do I know it’s not some kind of trap?”
“Trap the woman I need to get what I want? Please, I am not an i***t. It’s just a little wedding gift from me. If you want to meet your father, be there. Or don’t.”
Before I could say anything more, he cut the call. This could be a trap. If Killian was keeping tabs on me, if there were others working for him and if that voice in my head wasn’t me hallucinating but Killian pulling some sick trick, then I would be in deep s**t. But the urge to see my father was far stronger than all these fears. Last time I saw him, I was leaving for Gray
