Folding the paper back up, Ivy started to follow but Silas stepped in front of her. “You weren’t at breakfast this morning,” he murmured, staring down at her with an emotion she couldn’t fully place. She cringed a little. “I know, I…” Ivy had slept past nine for the first time in five years. But that wasn’t the reason she’d avoided the communal breakfast, opting to make herself eggs and toast on her own, much to Boris’ chagrin.
