Then I take the pizza from Ivy’s hands like nothing at all just shifted in the room.
“Glad the food’s here,” I say lightly. “I’m starving.”
Drew stares at me.
Sebastian looks even less convinced.
Ivy looks thrilled.
Luna rubs against Drew’s ankles.
Don't worry, Luna.
We'll take good care of him.
38
DREW
The four ofus sit around my dining room, our plates piled high with pizza and breadsticks.
Everything appears normal.
But it’s not.
Not even close.
Ivy’s talking about that weird mannequin—Gerald, I think—and how she’s included him in her next romance book.
Violet nods, her attention riveted on Ivy.
She’s sitting across from me like she belongs here. Like it’s her home.
Luna is sprawled across her lap, sleeping with ease, despite the noise around her.
And my brother is taking it all in and giving me looks I don’t like.
At all.
“You okay, Drew?” Ivy asks.
“Yeah,” I say automatically, hating that all eyes are on me.
It’s a lie.
I’m not okay.
Violet leans forward. “My company, Obsidian Design, could help with your social media. Do you have a cover design?”
Ivy practically bounces out of her chair, and within seconds, they’re discussing covers and marketing.
I stop listening.
I’m too busy thinking about how well Violet knew my house after one tour.
She directed the movers as if she lived here.
And the worst part?
