Ruby shut the door quietly behind her, taking a steadying breath before heading down the hallway. Her pulse was still a little erratic from the close call with the maid, but she pushed it aside, straightening her shoulders as she slipped back into the persona of Ivy.
When she reached the living room, Stefan was already waiting. He stood near the archway, his white cane in one hand. Martin was nearby, handing him a file.
Ruby slowed her steps, clearing her throat softly.
Stefan's head turned slightly in her direction. "There you are," he said, his voice calm but curious. "I was wondering what took you so long."
Ruby walked over to him and placed a light hand on his arm. "I was in my room, eating," she said, not wanting him to later hear it from the maid and start wondering why she was sneaking and eating.
"Your room? Eating?" Stefan repeated. "You just had breakfast."
