"I don't know, I have no idea," Silas said with a shrug as he settled into the couch.

ivy looked at him, but she couldn't tell if he was angry or exhausted. He was frowning, and that blood... that small stain at the edge of his lips made her uncomfortable.

What would be the first conversation?

She dropped the letter and sat beside him. He wrapped an arm around her shoulder, and she rested her head on his chest.

"What happened?" she asked softly, rubbing his thigh.

"Thomas," Silas replied. His voice was thick with anger, making her sit upright.

"You guys had a fight?" she asked, her heart pounding. This was the worst possible time for a brotherly feud.

"He pushed me," he snapped, then told her everything. "It was weird."

Ivy bit her lip, unsure how to react. Thomas was with strange men with tattoos, it was almost unbelievable.

"Maybe they were discussing something else," she said quietly, trying to ease the tension.

But it only made things worse. Silas clenched his jaw, his eyes blazing with

rage. "Something else? We're in the middle of a crisis, and he's keeping secrets?"

His tone startled her, and she reached up to touch his face, hoping to calm him. He nuzzled into her hands, closing his eyes.

"It might be for your own good. I'm sure he has his reasons."

Silas didn't respond, but his anger still simmered.

She traced his lips gently with her fingers, but he flinched.

"Sorry," she whispered and kissed him. Then she turned. "Monica?"

Monica appeared almost immediately.

"Please get the first aid kit," Ivy told Monica who nodded and left.

Theresa joined them in the living room. When she saw Silas's lips, her eyes widened.

"What happened to you?"

"Thomas," Silas replied flatly, his voice still tinged with annoyance.

Theresa didn't react, as if it wasn't the first time something like this had happened between them.

Ivy squeezed his hand, then picked up the letter. "What do we do about this?"

"What is that?" Theresa asked.

Ivy told her. "It's getting crazy."

Theresa folded her arms. "We can't take this, it's not fair!" Her voice cracked.

Before Ivy could respond, Monica returned with a small box.

said, taking it from her. She opened the kit, dabbed some antiseptic on a cotton

remained still until she was

might need an injection if

Silas

returned

the room, her eyes full of worry. "How do we deal

Silas admitted.

was the letter delivered?" Theresa said,

were about to enter, we saw a

was under it when Bud tried

stopped pacing, her hands on her hips. “So we can say nobody in your house works

sent a shiver down Ivy's spine. "How do

Theresa looked at her

"You

letter is from Rosie, but how do we know she did it

then stood up. "Only one

and Theresa followed him down the hallway, past Ivy's room,

was small, with one

from his seat, knocking over

"Sir," he said quickly.

noticed the act, he didn't show it. "I need footage from this

the gate?"

Silas

the monitors and pressed some buttons. Moments

front of the house and a figure stepped out. Ivy already knew

in the same

the gate. Then she returned to

What did she write?"

The guard did.

stones," Theresa read aloud. Then

fucking bitch it's a stone, not a rock. She's referring

did the guard not

the guard stammered. "I... was... on a

narrowed his eyes. "That

I have

Silas cut him off, raising a hand, "Get your things. I don't want to see you

had already walked out. Ivy and Theresa followed, though Theresa was

steady her. The fear was

turned and hugged her. "I'm sorry.

of fear of breaking

they got downstairs, they saw Aria in the hallway,

holding pink luggage

forward. "Where are you going? I'm going to sort out the

her brows raised. "What

that's why

I want to spend some time

there," Theresa

won't!" Aria snapped, surprising

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