*Ivy*
I don’t remember washing the blood off of my chest and arms, but I must have because soon I was out of the icy ocean waves and into Garrett’s comfortable clothes.
His shirt was more like a dress on me, hanging down past my knees. I was grateful for it and even more so for the long sleeved, plaid shirt he’d also given me. It smelled of him and I just wanted to bury myself in the scent.
As I trekked back up the shore, I saw Damien and Liam standing over Dylan or what used to be him. Dread knotted in my stomach and bile rose in my throat as I moved closer.
Damien turned toward me and padded over.
“Hey, beautiful, why don’t you come over here with me?” he asked, blocking whatever they were doing from my vision. I tried to look around him but he hooked his arm around my waist and pulled me in the other direction.
“You don’t need to see any of that, Ivy,” he said. “Trust me.”