Page 54 of Poison Ivy
I’m more than happy with this plan. I’ve been going about this all wrong. I don’t need to reinvent the wheel when the wheel has already been turning for centuries. Taking over The Syndicate is the perfect power play. Sure, hundreds have probably tried in the past. Some probably even had inside help. But no one has the determination I do to get out from under my father’s shadow and my mother’s bitchiness.
I’ll be untouchable.
28
IVY
I wakeup tangled in Tate’s arms, my body sore from all the activities last night. For a moment, I just lie there, basking in the warmth of his embrace. It feels so good, so right. But then reality comes crashing back in.
As much as I want to be just Ivy, I’m not. I’m also Poison. An assassin for The Syndicate. And I’ve just bonded myself to one of the most powerful warlocks at Thornfield Academy.
Fuck.
Carefully, I untangle myself from Tate’s arms and slip out of bed. I need to think, and I can’t do that with his mesmerising presence clouding my judgement. I throw on some pjs and sneak out of the room, heading downstairs.
To my surprise, Josh is already in the kitchen, nursing a cup of coffee. He looks up as I enter, a knowing smirk on his face.
“Good morning, sleeping beauty,” he teases. “Have fun last night?”
I feel my cheeks flush. “Shut up,” I mutter, grabbing a mug to make myself some tea.
Josh chuckles. “Hey, no judgement here. That Tate guy is hot as hell. I’m just surprised, is all. Didn’t think he was your type.”
If only he knew. I shrug, trying to play it cool. “People can surprise you.”
“Mmhm,” Josh hums, eyeing me suspiciously. “They sure can.”
“That reminds me. Are you okay?” I ask.
“Me? I’m fine, why?”
“You know…” I wave my arms around, and he frowns but then chuckles.
“Oh, the ivy thing. Yeah, that was wild, but seriously impressive. And don’t worry about me. All good.”
“Really?”
He smiles sincerely. “Really.”
“Hey,” Ramsey says, coming in, looking shifty, and I find out why when Tate followshimin.
“Well, hey,” I murmur as he gives me a pointed look and mimes opening his laptop.
Tate, looking like a piece of hot warlock arse, sidles up to me with a towel slung around his hips and kisses the top of my head before heading for the kettle. “Sleep well?” he asks over his shoulder.
“Mm,” I reply, refusing to tell him in front of the others that it was probably the best sleep I’ve hadsince my parents were alive. That just digs up too much dirt for this early in the morning. Maybe there is something to this fated bond bullshit. I shake my head, trying to dispel that thought. There is no need for that this early, either.
“Ives, I really need to talk to you about that homework project,” Ramsey says, grabbing the mug of tea that Tate hands him. I glare at them. What the fuck is this? Happy families?
“Oh?”
“You two have a class together?” Tate asks with a frown.
“No, these two are study buddies,” Josh interjects.
“We have differing perspectives—” Ramsey starts the party line, but Josh waves his hand.
“You don’t need to explain it to me. I don’t give a fuck.”
