Chapter 93 - Fur Bastards

She noticed the lady had on a white fur jacket. Beneath all that, it seemed like she was a small woman, even her facial features made her look like a teenager. A tall one.

How old was she?

Her boots jammed against the floor as she moved closer to her, the sound of little metals clanking against one another with each step. Ivy stood up, taking steps backwards till her leg finally hit the small table by her bedside.

"You should stop moving now," she finally said. "There is no where left for me to go."

The woman blinked, taken aback. "What?"

Ivy took in a breath, as if preparing herself to explain something obvious to a toddler.

"All that is left after this small table is the wall. Do you want me to move into that?" Ivy asked, her voice cocky.

There was a window a few steps away though, the very one the figure had wanted to throw her through earlier, but she had carefully ensured not to mention that.

Ivy frowned, taking a step closer to the lady too.