Ivy:
I flopped down onto the pillowed earthen beds created by Damon's magic. I tossed and rolled, fighting the urge to huff and sigh. The tension in this space is so thick that I couldn't sleep if I were paid to.
"That feeling you feel means something is being left unsaid, and we all feel it too." Damon's low tone pierced the darkness. My fingertips trembled, and my jaw was set tight. He was right about one thing. I had something to say. But having something to say and being ready to deal with the consequences of those words are two different things.
How does one choose when the time is right to let those words fall into the air between the people involved? Is it the person plagued by the words fogging their thought process or the one uncaring of the consequences who pushes and prods un
