Chapter 162: Threats

"This way." Ivy veered away from my door and walked through an archway.

Where was she going? I hurried to follow, and she led me into a small sitting room decorated in earthy tones and accentuated with nature scene paintings.

She nodded to a stiff-looking, high back armchair. It was a gawdy floral pattern. I sat, surprised by how soft the cushion was.

Directly in front of me was a hand carved oval coffee table that held what appeared to be an antique silver tea set - kettle, cups, tiny saucers, and matching stir spoons. A plate of cucumber sandwich wedges and baby carrots sat on the table, too.

I eyed them, and my stomach rumbled. What time was it? I glanced around for a clock.

"Tea?" Ivy lifted the kettle and poured two cups, not bothering to wait for my response. She handed me the cup.

"Thanks." I took it and brought it to my lips, sipping carefully.