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After dinner, Shane and I came back to the castle. As much as I wanted to sleep in the house with the rest of our family, I knew that we couldn’t predict everything. I had a lot more control over the dragon’s magic, but it was still killing me, and one of these days, it would take over. Staying inside my bedroom, or near Thea and Almae, was the best solution right now.
This morning, Shane had left early to check on the pack—he would finally talk to Dom. He promised he would come back to the library after. I smiled at Chef Morris until he gave me a wonderful breakfast I could take to Ivy.
I was told she was served dinner last night and she had eaten it all. The food here was amazing, and she had been starved in the past few days.
I smiled at the tray in my hands. She would love breakfast.
The guards in front of her door saw me approaching and stepped aside. When one reached for the doorknob, the whoosh of the magic dropped, as if falling to the floor. He opened the door for me and I walked inside.
“Good morning …” I looked around. “Ivy?”
“In here!” she called from the closet.
I placed the tray on the coffee table in front of the loveseat and stopped by the closet’s entrance.
Wearing only underwear, Ivy held two dresses up. “This one or this one.” I stared at them, confused. One was an indigo cocktail dress with a cinched waistline and a slight flare to its skirt. The other was an elegant black dress with square cuts.
“Hm, the dark blue will bring out your eyes.”
“Right.” She placed the black one back on the rack. She slipped the dress over her head. “How do I look?”
“Like you’re going to a party.”
She smiled at me. “Everyone in this place dresses up, like I used to do.” She stared at my ripped shorts, tank top, and wedge boots. “Almost everyone.” I rolled my eyes. “If I’m going to spend my day talking to vampires in suits and witches in pretty gowns, I don’t want to feel underdressed.”
“Of course.” I sighed. “But let’s talk about more important things. Are you hungry?”
Her eye lit up. “Famished.”
I chuckled.
We sat down on the loveseat and Ivy dug in—Morris had made fresh sweet bread and muffins, an assorted fruit bowl, and we had plenty of drinks: coffee, orange juice, milk, and water.
With each bite, Ivy moaned. “This is divine.”
“That was the same thing I said when I first tasted his food.”
“Seriously, last night’s dinner was steak that melted on my tongue, and steamed vegetables. It sounds so boring, but it was perfect. When I get out of here, I might buy this vampire out. I need him to cook every one of my meals.”
For some reason, I was sure Morris couldn’t be bought. “Good luck with that.”
We ate the rest of our breakfast with small talk and laughter. When we were done, I pushed the tray aside and adjusted myself on the seat—one leg folded under me, my torso turned toward Ivy, my arm on the backrest.
“How did you sleep?”
Ivy’s nose wrinkled. “Too many nightmares of Paimon destroying this castle and killing everyone in it to get to me and you.”
“I’m sorry. Hopefully, these nightmares won’t last long.”
“Hopefully.”
A knock came from the door and two seconds later, Lord Drake and Prince Cain walked into the room.
“I hope you had a good night,” Drake said, walking toward us.
Ivy and I stood up. “I did. Thank you,” Ivy said, adjusting her dress.
“Please sit down.” Drake took one of the armchairs and Prince Cain took the other. “If you don’t mind, I would like to start our conversation.”
