Ivy's POV
The hallways outside Kiernan's quarters were far too quiet for this time of night. Every creak in the walls, every gust of wind that rattled the windows made me feel like the world was holding its breath, waiting to see what would happen next.
I sat in the same place, unmoving, my injured wrist now wrapped tightly in cloth thanks to a passing maid Kiernan had ordered to assist me. The healer still hadn’t come. I was starting to wonder if they ever would.
Kiernan hadn’t said much after sitting down across from me. His eyes remained steady, dark, thoughtful. Occasionally they flicked to the door, but mostly they were on me, like he was trying to read my thoughts before I even spoke them.
I hated the silence. It let my fears grow teeth.
"How long until the Alpha comes?" I asked
