CHAPTER 25:
Ivy's POV
I blinked quickly with my breath catching as I stared across the street. The glowing eyes were gone just like that. One second they were there, staring straight into me, and the next… nothing.
“Get a grip, Ivy,” I whispered under my breath, clutching the little note Damian had given me tighter in my fist.
Still, my skin tingled with unease. I knew I hadn’t imagined it.. I knew something had been watching me.
I hurried inside the town hall kitchen before my nerves made me turn back home.
The kitchen was busy with chefs shouting orders, pots clanging and waiters rushing in and out with trays. I cleared my throat and held out the folded note.
“Uh… hi. Damian Blackthorn sent me. Said I should show this to you.”
The head chef snatched the note, read it and then loo
