Silas cleared his throat. “Ivy?” “Sorry about the mess,” she called without turning around. “I’d meant to clean before leaving for our meeting but…” “Ivy.” He sighed, crossing his arms and leaning his shoulder into the door jam. “Should I take this personally or do you prevent all your guests from coming inside?” Finally, she spun back to face him. A shocked laugh exploded out of her and she covered her mouth. “Oh, Jesus, I’m so sorry,” she exclaimed. “I forgot I warded my place against all unknown magical beings.”
