Elizabeth paced around her bedroom after the call with Stefan, her brows furrowed in deep thought. The evening's events swirled like a storm in her mind—Ivy's threats and Ruby's shaken expression. It was all spiraling out of control.
She stood by her bedroom window, her arms folded tightly across her chest as she watched the moonlight filter through the trees swaying in the wind. Something had to be done. And it had to be done fast.
Ivy—that girl had always been unpredictable, but Elizabeth had never imagined she could be this dangerous—malicious, even.
Elizabeth began pacing again, her satin robe trailing behind her as she muttered softly to herself. "How do we get rid of her? How do we make sure she never hurts Stefan or Ruby again?"
She stopped by her dresser and leaned against it, her fingers tapping anxiously on the wood. Then a thought hit her—Eliana.
