“I don’t want to talk about it with Mom, I want to talk about it with you,” Ivy said crossly. “And there’s no reason Rachel can’t hear this.”

The hidden request in Ivy’s voice stopped me short. I sank back down, ignoring the obvious disapproval from her dad. This wasn’t going to be fun. Maybe she wanted my opinion of the conversation to balance out her own. I could do that for her.

“I made a mistake,” Ivy said softly. “I don’t want to be Piscary’s scion.”

“Ivy…” There was a tired weariness in that one word. “It’s time to start taking on your responsibilities. Your mother was his scion before she died. The benefits—”

“I don’t want them!” Ivy said, and I watched her eyes closely, wondering if the ring of brown about her pupil was shrinking. “Maybe if he wasn’t in my head all the time,” she added, moving her juice away. “But I can’t take it anymore. He just keeps pushing.”

“He wouldn’t if you would go see him.”

Ivy sat straighter, eyes on the table. “I did go see him. I told him that I wasn’t going to be his scion and to get out of my head. He laughed at me. He said I had made a choice and now I had to live and die by it.”

“You did make a choice.”

“And now I’m making another one,” she shot back, her eyes lowered submissively but her voice determined. “I’m not going to do it. I don’t want to run Cincinnati’s underground, and I won’t.” She took a deep breath, her eyes rising to his. “I can’t tell if I like something anymore because I like it or because Piscary likes it. Dad, will you talk to him for me?”

My eyes widened at her pleading tone. The only time I had heard it before was when she thought she was dead and was begging me to keep her safe. My jaw clenched as I remembered. God, that had been awful. When I looked up at his continued silence, I was startled to find Ivy’s dad watching me. His lips were pressed tight and his gaze was angry, as if this was my fault.

“You’re his scion,” he said, his eyes accusingly on mine. “Stop shirking your duties.”

Ivy’s nostrils flared. I really didn’t want to be here, but if I moved, I would only draw attention to myself. “I made a mistake,” she said angrily. “And I’m willing to pay the cost to get out of it, but he’s going to start hurting people to make me do what he wants. That’s not fair.”