Ivy sat on the edge of Axel’s bed, her fingers switching between drumming against the mattress and fidgeting with it. The silence was unbearable.
How long had he been gone?Minutes? Hours? It seemed like forever.
Axel had vanished into another part of his room…if it could even be called a room. It was more like a hidden suite within the mansion, spacious and oddly luxurious despite its minimalism. The furniture was old…more like antique…carved from dark wood, the kind that whispered of centuries past.
Faded paintings lined the walls…some landscapes of forgotten places, portraits of people whose names had long been lost to time.These portraits however, looked nothing like the ones lining the Hall room outside.
Ivy sat there tapping her feet…boredom gnawed at her.
So she stood up,rubb
