Chapter 58

  • Luca

Rowan was slumped in the seat next to me, clutching my phone in a white-knuckled grip. He was three sheets to the wind, his tie undone and dangling like a noose.

"Ivy, just... just shut up and listen for once!" he roared into the phone. He was slurring, his head lolling back against the headr...

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