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It must have been something in my voice that tipped her off.
Ivy’s gaze snaps my direction from where she’s applying her makeup in the bathroom mirror.
I know the look on her face extremely well. It’s the same one she gets whenever Gabriel is close by, although I haven’t seen it since high school.
“Is he here?”
She curses under her breath as she grabs the skirt of her blue gown to keep from tripping and runs over to the window. “Damn it. I was hoping he wouldn’t show.”
That’s bullshit and we both know it, but I say nothing. I know for a fact Ivy hasn’t spoken to Gabriel since the last party following our graduation from high school, but that doesn’t mean she hasn’t been watching the gossip feeds and news cycles for every little bit of information that’s come out about the Inferno.
They have become the most eligible bachelors following their return from Yale and establishment of their law firm. Ivy isn’t alone in picking through the information out there for any little scrap to be found about them. I do it, too.
Tanner and Gabe have the most articles and gossip pieces, but every once in a while, the others are spotted. I’d be a liar to claim my heart hasn’t hurt at the photos of the twins I’ve found.
“I wonder who his date is,” she muses just before her brows shoot up to see who climbs out of the limo after him.
“Shit. He didn’t bring one.”
No. Apparently he didn’t. But the face I watch emerge from that car doesn’t make this particular night any easier for me.
In many ways, Ezra is still the same, except he’s not an eighteen-year-old boy anymore.
The twins have finally filled out their frames and become the men I always knew they would.
Ezra pushes to his full height. He’s a little taller than Gabe, his dark hair slicked back and the dark suit he wears perfectly tailored to a set of broad shoulders. Just like prom, he wears black on black with no tie, no color at all except for what I know are the most gorgeous eyes on the planet.
In the ten years that I’ve spent traveling the world while everybody else attended college, and among the many men I dated or had fun with during the time I was staying in the countries where they lived, I never saw another set of eyes that could rival the beguiling amber stare of Ezra or Damon.
Ivy touches my chin and drags me away from my fascination just as Damon emerges from the limo.
“Your jaw was hanging open. Thought I’d help you out with that before you drool all over your pretty dress.”
My lips curl, my gaze sliding back to where the twins move away from the car with that predatory prowl I’ll never associate with anyone else.
“They’re gorgeous. What woman wouldn’t drool?”
“The ones who know they’re also psychopaths,” Ivy quips. “Or have you forgotten that?”
She taps her finger on the back of my right shoulder where a white scar cuts through my alabaster skin.
“They gave that to you, and it’s best you remember it.”
Opening my mouth to argue, I decide against it.
The twins didn’t intentionally hurt me, we all got caught up in the events of that night. And while they were cuffed and hauled away to jail, I was taken to a hospital for stitches.
Ivy’s expression falls, undoubtedly because she feels partially responsible.
“I should never have forced you to keep talking to them. So I guess it’s my fault, too.”
“We should have kept to our pact from high school to avoid them.”
She laughs.
“Yeah. That turned out so well, didn’t it? You got hurt. I was sent to a college I hated, and Ava is now with Mason. Who would have guessed any of it, right?”
Gabe and the twins stand on the large porch outside the front doors while another limo pulls up.