Sharona pulled up to the private college later that evening. She sat there for a while, idly tapping a nail against the steering wheel.
She had been informed by her sources that Ivy had enrolled in evening classes. Evening classes. How quaint. How very small-town of her. If Winn wasn't going to listen, then Ivy damn well would.
One way or another, she wasn't planning on giving up.
When she spotted the flow of students trickling out, Sharona straightened up, sliding out of her car in one smooth, theatrical motion.
Ivy waved goodbye to her classmates, the faint laughter of their goodbyes echoing into the dimming air. She stretched, rubbing her neck as she glanced toward the security detail stationed discreetly near the gates.
Her bodyguard was impossible to miss once you knew what to look for. He always stayed far enough to give her space but close enough to reach her in a heartbeat if things went sideways.
