Chapter 7

There's a moment where Luke pauses to study her intensely, but it passes when he relaxes and laughs.

"I should've guessed," he says with a knowing grin, and Ivy lets out a breath she didn't know she'd been holding.

"There are some on the counter."

"Good," she says, getting up from her seat by the window and rushing towards the aforementioned counter.

Sure enough, a plate of beautifully iced biscuits is set on the marble, and she eyes them closely, picking one up and peering at them through the darkness.

"Is this...me?" she asks incredulously, holding one even closer to…