“You two do whatever you want. But I don’t want to hear a thing about it,” I lie. “If Ivan wants to tell me about her, he will.”
Ivan doesn’t owe me anything. Honesty about his past relationships, least of all. Maybe if we were in a real relationship I’d demand more information from him, but as it is… The fact he is keeping me alive is enough. It should be enough. I won’t ask him for more than that.
I can’t help myself. I spin towards them. Jorden is looking down at the phone, eyes wide. Francia is looking at me with something like fear in her eyes.
My willpower crumbles under the weight of my curiosity. I’m about to nosedive off the moral high ground and wallow in the mud of internet gossip.
“We have a visitor,” Anya says, peeking her head in to be sure we’re decent.
Ivan follows her
