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- Genres
- Modern Fantasy, but I will try anything
They hadn't found her. Roland didn't know what to do. He called the police, but since it hadn't even been a day that she'd been gone they told him it was clear that she'd probably run away or lost track of time. Roland doubted that Cal would run away and not tell them, but maybe he didn't know her that well. What kind of person took off without even telling her brother? He didn't want to think about it and he made that clear by going straight to his room when Dez and he got home.
"Roland, are you..." Ivy had heard the front door close and the heavy foot steps on the stairs, but by the time she'd poked her head out of the study he was slamming his bedroom door shut. "Going to ignore me like you always do, great." She stuck her tongue out at the door, but something didn't sit right with her. It was late, very late. The guys had been out for more than twelve hours which was alarming in and of itself. Thankfully Charles had texted her earlier that day to let her knew he'd be coming back to the house in a few days. With everything going on she was relieved. Ashamed since he had been doing important business, or so she assumed, but relieved nonetheless.
"Is he always like that?" Ven asked from the reading nook, Ivy's laptop on his knee as he scrolled through her latest chapter. While the two were still on rocky terms they seemed to find a sort of give and take relationship. Ven knew for a fact, mostly from his spying, that Roland was never like this. The guy was known for having his emotions in check and for barely saying anything, even when provoked. But he wanted Ivy to feel like she could confide in her about what was going.
"No, he's not." She mumbled, but she was still looking out into the hall, as if waiting for something. Or someone, Ven thought with a smirk.
"Roland, are you..." Ivy had heard the front door close and the heavy foot steps on the stairs, but by the time she'd poked her head out of the study he was slamming his bedroom door shut. "Going to ignore me like you always do, great." She stuck her tongue out at the door, but something didn't sit right with her. It was late, very late. The guys had been out for more than twelve hours which was alarming in and of itself. Thankfully Charles had texted her earlier that day to let her knew he'd be coming back to the house in a few days. With everything going on she was relieved. Ashamed since he had been doing important business, or so she assumed, but relieved nonetheless.
"Is he always like that?" Ven asked from the reading nook, Ivy's laptop on his knee as he scrolled through her latest chapter. While the two were still on rocky terms they seemed to find a sort of give and take relationship. Ven knew for a fact, mostly from his spying, that Roland was never like this. The guy was known for having his emotions in check and for barely saying anything, even when provoked. But he wanted Ivy to feel like she could confide in her about what was going.
"No, he's not." She mumbled, but she was still looking out into the hall, as if waiting for something. Or someone, Ven thought with a smirk.