It wasn’t long after that little meeting that Ivy had come and cornered me while Mary was taking a nap. The unfortunate side effect of her being locked in a cage, and the thought still filled me with rage, was that the little girl tired out easily. Ivy did not seem happy as she stalked in, and I mentally racked my brain trying to figure out what it was I had done. “Rose,” Ivy said in a sweet voice, and all the hairs on the back of my neck stood up and announced danger. There was something about that tone that spelled nothing but trouble for me. “Sweetheart,” she continued, “Did you tell both your courts that you wanted Mary to like them better?” Ah… Oh f**k, I thought. This was probably something that I should have discussed with Ivy before initiating it.
“Sooo, I had an idea,” I said slo
