Ivy
It isn’t just that Ronan knows that I am here or the fact that he is forcing me to stay in the packhouse— all that, I could deal with. It’s that he put me in the f*cking Luna Suite that has me seeing red.
The…
Luna Suite.
Of all the rooms in that massive house, he had Max put me in that one. The one that symbolized everything that I knew I would never live up to. That he said he didn't want me to have, regardless of whether I was his mate or not.
The soft cream walls, lined with delicate gold filigree, gleam in the afternoon light like a mocking truth. Ornate crown molding wraps the ceiling in elegant curves, framing a chandelier that looks like it belongs in a royal ballroom. Crystal droplets catch the light and scatter it across the room in fractured rainbows.
The four-poste
