Chapter 329: Trent vs Ivy, Part 2

We followed Isach inside, and I was hit with the strong smell of cinnamon, incense, and banana muffins. Ivy was perched in one of the chairs, teacup balanced precariously on her lap. She glanced up when we entered and offered a sweet smile.

I'd never understand this woman - she was either holding people hostage and threatening their lives, or she was sipping tea and nibbling on baked goods.

"Good morning, Chloe." Her eyes twinkled for a second before her gaze moved on to Trent and Isach. "Gentlemen."

Trent's hold on my hand tightened, and I have his fingers a small squeeze.

"Please, sit." She nodded at the couch. Only then did I notice the other chair that had been here last time was missing. So was the ottoman.

Trent ushered me toward the couch, and I sat sandwiched between him and Isach. Talk about cozy. Yeah, right. I cleared my throat, my nerves from earlier making a reappearance.

"Thank you for agreeing to meet with us again," Isach said.