Nine

Kiara’s POV

“So, when do we get down to the things I was supposed to take a look at here.” I asked Ivan over breakfast the next morning. I was the only one touching the real food; eggs and bacon with toast, even though I didn’t eat much.

Ivan contended himself with a glass of warm red blood. I was at least grateful he had the decency to not take it from the source in front of me. For many reasons, I didn’t know how I would handle that.

I know he’d heard me, we were seated too close together with him at the head and I at his immediate right, for him to not. Yet he ignored what I said, languidly sipping his blood. I rolled my eyes and picked at my food.

The table was long enough to seat twenty but everywhere else was empty. Like it had been yesterday, there were several platters of food and with only two places set. I’d seen no one so far but the maid who had escorted me back here and even she had disappeared immediately after.

Again, the unusual quiet unnerved me and I thought about