Stella had entrusted her entire Faelan itinerary to Ivy Holden.
Ivy took her out wining, dining, and relaxing for two days.
For those two days, she and Stella ate and lived together, treating the luxurious hotel suite like their own home.
Early on the third day, Ivy woke up to a strange atmosphere. A jolt went through her, and she shot out of bed. The moment she left the bedroom, she saw an unfamiliar man sitting in the living room.
He was dressed all in black, a high collar obscuring half his face. His deep-set eyes were sharply chiseled, his gaze so cold and radiating such a murderous aura that one wouldn't dare to meet it.
"Who are you? And what are you doing here?!" Ivy asked, frowning.
The man stared at Ivy, sizing her up for a moment before asking, "You're Ivy Holden?"
"Where's Stella?" Ivy asked.
The man glanced toward the bathroom but said nothing.
"Are you King?" Ivy asked curiously.
"You've got some nerve, kid."
