Finare
It wasn’t that Ivy’s words upset him, as she phrased it, it was more that they took him off guard. Leseldh told me that I’m his Resonant. Judging by her wide-eyed stare, she seemed to believe it, too. But it couldn’t be true—his own experiences proved that.
Leseldh must have shown her the portrait.
Even he couldn’t deny the shocking similarities between Ivy and Malia.
When he first laid eyes on her, it took him by surprise.
His eyes had grazed Malia’s painting many times, but it was a surreal feeling to see a living replica of Leseldh’s long-dead Mate.
He couldn’t help but wonder what Voresta thought of this revelation.
It was then that he realised Ivy would want her first feed soon.
His thoughts turned to the evening’s activities, and he decided to extend an invitation to his newest Broodmate.
Once he’d showered and changed into a black version of the outfit he’d been wearing, he knocked on her door.
A soft voice acknowledged him. He found her laying on the bed, tossing a pillow into the air and catching it.
When her eyes connected with his, she set the pillow aside and sat up to face him.
“Sorry for entering your room uninvited,” she replied in a matching tone.
“Guess I’ll just have to reciprocate.” A grin crept over his lips as he strode into the room and plopped himself down on the fainting couch across from her bed. He noted how bare the room was despite its opulent furnishings. But she now has forever to fill the space with trivial possessions.
A bored expression took hold of Ivy’s features. “So, what do you vamps do for fun around here? I’m bored as fu—ow! Damn it!”
Ivy’s cry took Finare by surprise. He searched for the cause, and noticed she’d bitten her bottom lip with her fangs, leaving a small, bloody puncture. He grinned at her knowingly.
“You’ll get used to the fangs after a while.
The good thing is you heal almost immediately.
” Ivy ran her tongue over the place where her fangs had broken the skin.
Once the blood was whisked away, he could see no trace of the injury.
“Anyway, funny that you should ask that. I was going to invite you out for a bite to eat. Just in time, too. You seem a little… hangry.”
“Allow me the honour of taking Ivy for her first feed.” Leseldh’s voice cut through their conversation like a knife, and the levity of the room was ripped away as though by a strong breeze.
Finare looked over to see Leseldh fixing a possessive gaze upon Ivy. She spun to face him, and Finare noticed the way she softened at the sight of him.
Finare shrugged. “I’ll be at The Succ if anyone wants me.”
Pushing up from the couch, he looked from Ivy to Leseldh but doubted they’d even heard him, since they were so absorbed in one another. Finare left the room without another word.