James
The next morning I knew something was definitely wrong with Ivy. She wasn't acting herself, and when she came downstairs to get breakfast, she was quieter than usual.
I could feel she had bad dreams every time she closed her eyes, but she acted as if nothing was wrong. Even though I knew there was.
I just don't think she knew how to confront us about it, or maybe she didn't want to.
Since we completed the mate bond, we could read each other easily. However, the problem was Ivy liked to keep herself cut off from us more than we would have appreciated. At least when she was awake.
She didn't do it because she didn't care. She simply did it because she said she felt it was an invasion of privacy, which was understandable considering she didn't grow up in our world.
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