MAEVE'S POV
I hadn't been inside Ivan's rooms since I left Ash Creek five years ago. Now, being back inside the deeply masculine space, I hardly had the time to take in the changes in the decor and furniture. All I cared about was the gravity of the risk I was taking and how much it would be worth it if I could just manage to get my hands on the black book.
On my way here, I stumbled upon a couple of guards but then, they'd hastily avoided me, refusing to make eye contact.
After the whole debacle with the maid in the throne room, nearly all the house staff had taken to staying clear of my path.
The only one who still spoke to me was Theresa. While she wasn't exactly friendly, she was much more open and forthright than the rest of the bunch.
It was pretty ironic that she got stuck with a bitch like Lydia.
Apparently, Lydia would be keeping Ivan distracted tonight, leaving Serena with the perfect opportunity to search his rooms.
