This is the way Ivy’s Gran always explained it: wildlife in abundance and artists at work. It’s every bit the idyllic place Ivy had envisioned, even as she’d questioned the reality of it through the years. It’s real. And she’s a part of it all.
Every living creature is wild and free, and Gran’s spirit is in the wind, caressing Ivy’s shoulders, blowing through her hair, and whispering in her ear.
But Ivy senses something is being kept from her, and she is determined to get to the bottom of it. She’s a resident of Ivydell now. She has a right to know everything. But even Jensen isn’t forthcoming.
That’s okay. She has ways of making him talk . . .
She hopes.
