Chapter 31: Written Tragedy
While most of the guests still stayed inside the Palace as they were convinced by the Family that Ivan had something urgent to attend to, Ivy was not fooled by the misinformation and quietly stood at the vestibule. She hid behind one of the big pillars, staring at the main door that was left slightly ajar with prying eyes.
She was tempted to move closer, but that would risk her presence being caught since there were guards stationed at both sides of the huge black double door. Pursing her lips at the disadvantage, Ivy was determined to know what was going on.
When Ivan came into sight on his white steed, a relieved smile graced her lips to see he was fine, and her tensed shoulders automatically relaxed. When her eyes subconsciously shifted to the lady in a black cloak, her smile gradually dropped, and to her unexpected bewilderment, Ivan dismounted from his white steed, but he was also carrying the unfamiliar lady who hid her face in his arms.
"Strange, who did he bring with him?" She whispered in a hushed tone, her feet itching to move closer so she could listen to the conversation that was being carried by Abdiel and Ivan. And judging from Abdiel’s serious expression, he clearly wasn’t happy.
"Care to explain where you rushed off to in the middle of a celebration that was specifically held for you?" Abdiel questioned the young Vampire strictly, his gaze fixed on the same green-eyed woman whom he remembered to be Ivan’s blood servant.
"This is not the time to explain but I shall brief out the important part." Saying this, Ivan turned around and motioned at the chained man who had twigs and sticks puncturing his skin as he remained unmoving on the ground.
"A mole." He said to Abdiel who’s brows wrinkled in dubiety. "A mole?"
"Tobias and I were informed yesterday, and those witches are starting to get on my nerves. I just needed to be ready." He clicked his tongue and met Abdiel’s perplexed gaze, "do not kill him just yet, I still have a few questions that I’d like to ask him before doing that."
"And where are you going?" Abdiel asked the Vampire Lord who was starting to walk away, heading into the Palace with the servant cradled in his arms.
"To tend to my pet." Came Ivan’s retort as he left the mole for his uncle to handle. Up to four guards already had the mole surrounded with their swords and spears pointing at him, daring him to move an inch while they waited for Abdiel’s command.
Samantha, who felt slightly relieved to be away from Abdiel’s menacing glare, wanted to dig a ground and bury herself in it. She wanted to die right here as Ivan had chosen to embarrass her even further by carrying her like this. The feeling of jumping out from his arms kept gnawing at her, and she looked up with desperate eyes to meet his gaze, but they were fixed straight ahead, hardly looking at her.