Novel & Cerita Poison Ivy #4 Cast

Ivy admitted, brushing her long blonde braid over her shoulder, “but you are to be stopped. And captured. And sent to Hell.” With her last word, Zu raised his hand and sent a black cloud of smoke in her direction. Ivy stepped aside, letting the pain seep into the wall and fall harmlessly away. She countered by calling upon her powers from the earth, and the floor around him began to turn to roots. Before he could move, his left leg was caught. Zu hopped on his right foot, attempting to free himself, but he couldn’t break away. As Ivy approached, ready to further ensnare him, he used his scythe to cut through the tentacles and took off, leaping into another dream realm just as Ivy was steps a

Elias says. " What are you talking about?" I asked. And someone else came into the room with a rather large needle full of wolfsbane and I didn't have the strength back to fight back fully at what he was doing. He managed to jab me with the needle and it only took moments before I was unconscious again. IVY POV

Teresa whimpered. Harry slammed her against the cave wall, hard enough to crack the stone. Teresa was barely conscious. Her blood dripped from the back of her head. Harry turned back to me and said, “Are you okay, Ivy?” “Take me to the healer’s place! I need the antidote…” “Antidote?” He raised an eyebrow. “There’s another way to counteract the lust potion. You know…” I shook my head. “No, Harry, don’t.” Harry unbuttoned his shirt and rolled up his sleeves.

Suddenly, she brought both hands up and slammed them into Ivy’s chest. A full-body shove. Ivy’s heels lost traction on the slick marble. Her feet flew out from beneath her. She fell backward, her body twisting in mid-air before her head violently struck the stone floor. "No," I breathed, the word torn from my throat. On the screen, Ivy curled into a tight, desperate ball on her side. Within seconds, a dark stain began to pool beneath her dress, spreading across the white marble like spilled ink. Ivy reached out one trembling arm, her fingers clawing weakly at the air, pleading with the woman standing over her.

“Took a fall while gathering herbs. There’s a ball in two days I need to attend. I’ll be needing some poison ivy vine—enough to bring the swelling down quickly.” He was already moving, rummaging through the crates behind his stall with a haste that sent dried herbs scattering. “Poison ivy vine, poison ivy vine… I know I have it here somewhere… Ah!” He emerged triumphantly, a small bundle wrapped in brown paper clutched in his hands. “Here we are. Freshly dried, potent as they come.” He pressed it into my hands, but when I reached for my coin purse, he waved me off with an impatient gesture.

Meredith thought she had heard it wrong and asked suspiciously, "Miss Landers, what did you say? Are you looking for Cooper? Cooper just woke up, and he's washing up…" "My child…" Ivy curled up into a ball uncomfortably and repeatedly muttered, "Give me back...my child..." Meredith could see that Ivy was not just suffering from the fever but also because of the pain in her heart and…physically? Ivy's silk nightgown was slightly untidy because of her curling up, somewhat exposing her delicate shoulders. Through the edge of the nightgown, Meredith could vaguely see the intricate scars on the back of her shoulder. Out of curiosity, Meredith carefully lifted the shoulders of Ivy's nightgown, and

But here, in the dim, flickering light of the dying fire, he looked up at Ivy with eyes that were no longer just golden; they were shattered. The scratches on his arm, where Ivy’s nails had carved into his skin during the peak of their visceral union, were not glowing with magic—they were weeping a dark, sluggish fluid that seemed to drain the very iron from his resolve. The "poison" Ivy had mentioned wasn't a supernatural curse; it was a potent, concentrated sedative found in the hidden compartment of the 1890 box, a "last resort" the first Isabella had prepared for a Moretti who refused to be tamed.

Exhaling sharply, I let her go, and she stumbles back as her eyes dart between me, my men, and the door behind her. Rolling my shoulders back, I walk around my desk and sink into my chair. “Take her to the wine cellar, it seems poison Ivy here is a sucker for pain.” I give the order as I pick up my tumbler glass filled two fingers high of whiskey, the amber liquid burns my throat as I toss it back in a single gulp. Lorenzo and Luca both grab Ivy by the upper arm, and they begin to drag her out. Ivy doesn’t put up much of a fight, her hazel eyes bore into mine as she mouths the words, “You fucking arse hole,” as the door slams in her face.

"How fortunate for you to discover such an illustrious bloodline." I remained calm. "You said you had information for me." "Straight to business," Ivy mocked. "No concern for my wellbeing?" "I'm a healer. Your physical condition is obvious to me," I replied evenly. "The wolfsbane poisoning has been neutralized, but you'll need months to fully recover." Ivy's smile twisted. "Always so competent. No wonder Alexander kept you around." "Ivy," I said, my patience wearing thin. "You claimed to have a truth to share. What is it?"

I added a new line: "Attempted poisoning—success." Of course, I hadn’t really been poisoned. That would be too dangerous, even for me. What I drank was a mixture of herbs the healer didn’t know about—ingredients I stole from the apothecary long ago. Enough to mimic the symptoms. Enough to fool anyone. And it worked. Now Ivy looked even worse in the eyes of the pack. Even Kiernan couldn’t protect her forever. Eventually, he’d see her for what she really was. Broken. Weak. Dangerous.