Dangerously Yours Till Eternity

Would dinner happen the next day like nothing happened?

Yes.

And when Ivy had gotten the invitation she hadn’t found that surprising at all.

Ivy had still not been able to make the calls that she needed, there was no explanation that she could possibly note for the reason of her hesitantuom but something was definitely stopoping her.

Rethinking, perhaps?

Gross uncertainty of safety?

Or maybe it was just the thought that not making that call was keeping her loved ones away from the danger that the Master was?

She really couldn’t figure out what she was doing and why.

Or maybe she was still in shock?

Maybe it was the confrontation that would great her welcome after her sudden disappearance that was terrifying.

Argh, fuck this!

Once the dinner was over, she would make the call. Insert her sim and speak to the people she had to.

It was only then she remembered why she was avoiding making those calls in the first place. The phone she had been given would certainly have a recording device and even if she knew the Master had a way if getting his information, she didn’t want to be one of those ways.

She would have to find another way to speak to her family, hopefully soon or she might just lose her mind.

The low voices from the Tv seeped into her ears, the reporter talking about some high ranking people who had been mysteriously found dead in their homes. They had oddly been stripped naked too by the evil perpetrators.

Somehow, Ivy felt that this must be connected to the Master and the death he had recently orchestrated. Her heart felt heavy at the thoughts of Zinej, her death was finally settling it.

They had no real relationship but it was still a bitter pill to swallow that she was truly gone.

How cruel.

“For you, Master.”

Girald’s vice snapped her out of her thoughts and she looked up just in time to see him handing the Master a letter.

“Finally, took them long enough.” His tone was formal and he rolled up his sleeves just to take the letter and open it.

Ivy found herself watching him to see if his expression would give away whatever the letter held in it.

If the Houses had any rules they should punish him for what he had done. They should take him out immediately before he would kill all of them.

Something glimmered in his cold eyes and her stomach twisted in different knots.

He seemed at eased and she hated that.

It could only mean that everything was going according to his plan.

Whatever twisted plan it was that was forming in his head.

“A letter of summon. Interesting.” He hummed, setting the letter aside, a smirk tugging at his lips, his eyes flashing with silent rage.  “Summon? They must have forgotten their place. I will do well to remind them.”

His gaze moved up to her from across the table, and she sucked in a quick breath.

“Are you enjoying your dinner, Ma’am?”

“I’m too petrified to.” Her voice was bland, lacking any flavour or attempt to make any of this sound better than it was.

If she could have it her way, she was ready to exaggerate the whole situation. But was that even possible? This was already far too terrible.

He smirked. “You’ll be alright.” When he spoke again, his words weren’t directed at her. “Is that all, Girald?”

“Another, Master.” Girald handed him the next one.

“A threat,” he sounded a little annoyed this time. “Who is this?”

“Your Brother, Master.”

“Ah.” A smile broke across his lips. Utterly pleased. What kind of relationship did he have with his brother? It made her remember Chris and his own brother.

Sickening.

“My blood enemy. Didn’t get any message preaching futile righteousness from him in two days and I already miss him.”

He put the letter aside and Ivy slurped the soup, the sound startling her a little.

It was tiring to feel like she was part of something in the background in these dinners but she would take that anytime, any day, than having any unwanted attention and ending up like Zinej.

Goodness, she missed Chris, missed her parents, missed Elsa, everyone.

“Are they still planning that ploy against me?”

“Every House is planning a ploy against you, Master. Even your own.”

How terrible could a person be to be hated even by his own kind?

Wild.

Ivy wanted to say a word about that but she bit her tongue.

Not now, trouble.

“That’s the fun.”

Ivy felt a pair of eyes on her and she instinctively looked in thar direction.This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

For some reasons Girald seem to have an apologetic glint in his eyes but it had been so quick that she might have just hallucinated it.

“There are some pictures I think might interest you, Master.”

He had handed him some pictures and in less than a second, the smile on the Master’s face was nowhere to be found. His eyes looking more intense as he studied the photographs.

What could it possibly contain?

When he looked up at her, she froze, the spoon bumping against her lips and slashing over them. She pushed backwards, reaching for the napkin but the Master was faster, dabbing away the soup, his eyes focused on the movement of his hands.

She caught a glimpse of the pictures at that moment. They were of her and Chris. Of course, Girald was following her.

“Stalking is not as attractive as you think it looks, you know.”

“Just some necessary measures, please ignore them, ma’am.” He said with a dismissive time before going back to his seat.

Ivy stood up.

“Yeah, I will. Goodnight.”

“Not before you tell me what your relationship is with the leader of the Fang house.”

“I don’t understand. Leader of the Fang House?” Her voice betrayed her terribly in feigning ignorance but she was committed to this lie and she would rather die than get swayed from it.

“Yes. What is your relationship with Christopher?”