Ava: Living Arrangements?!
I eye Ivy warily as she smiles at me, that warm expression not quite reaching her sharp gaze. "Clayton sent me to ensure you settle into your new lodgings comfortably. He personally chose the apartment himself and hopes it will suit you."
I fight the frown that wants to curl my lips down. "That's very kind of him, but I don't need a place to stay. I'd prefer to just return home, if it's all the same."
Ivy's smile doesn't falter, but there's a calculating glint in her eyes now. "And where is home for you, Ava? No one has managed to get even that basic information out of you yet."
I hesitate, my heart giving a hard thump against my ribs. Telling this woman anything about my past or my origins feels unwise, and thinking that way makes me feel guilty. After all, everyone in this pack has treated me so kindly, even during my most embarrassing moments.