Ivy strode toward the group, with a helpless expression.
The moment she arrived, Felix stepped forward as if he had been waiting for her salvation all along.
"So you're finally here," Felix drawled, throwing his hands up. "Another minute late and these people would've accused us of running some underground mafia."
At his words, Ivy turned her gaze toward the Blackthorn family.
They stood stiffly to one side, unusually silent.
Dante met her eyes for barely a heartbeat before looking away, his jaw tight.
The shame was written all over him.
Once upon a time, he had declared, loudly and proudly, that he would never need Ivy's help for the rest of his life. Yet here he was, standing right at her door.
Ivy cleared her throat lightly, the sound barely cutting through the tension. "What's going on, Felix?"
Felix's eyes lit up as if someone had finally handed a microphone to a starving announcer. "Ah, well, you see..."
And just like that, the story poured out.
