Chapter 86

Maeve’s POV

I stopped in front of Ivy’s chamber and raised my hands in the air instead of knocking. When I tried the handle, it refused to budge. I sighed, peeled the black bracelet from my wrist, whispered barely audibly—and heard the lock click open. I slid the bracelet back on and stepped inside.

The room was empty. No sign of Ivy, no Draven’s blood splattered on the floor. Only a single dagger lay on a corner table. My brow furrowed as I approached it, fingers itching to touch the hilt. Then Ivy’s voice came from behind me, cold and sharp: “And look who we have here.”

I turned. My blue eyes met hers, and a small smile curved my lips as I studied her from head to toe. She looked nothing like someone who’d lost the will to live—it was all an act for Draven, I realized.