Your nectar is like no other Ambrosia.

And you flower, are to only food that can satisfy me.

Make me immortal.

-- | Elias |

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Ambrosia pushed open her father's bedroom door.

Ivy sat silently by the side of the bed fiddling with a piece of paper in her hands. Her dark hazel eyes watching her father sleep with an anxious look.

"Ivy..." Ambrosia called out plucking her sister from her void of thought.

"Mrs. Henway is putting poison in his tea," Ambrosia whispered her eyes darting to Ivy as she walked in.

Ivy looked up at Ambrosia licking her lips. "I knew it...the cup smelled like chemicals"

"Yes and-wait you knew she makes the tea in the morning?"

Ivy only nodded once turning back to her father and adjusting the covers on is sleeping form.

"I woke up yesterday and I saw her." Ivy's voice was icy.

Ambrosia walked over to the bed and put a hand on her father's forehead. He wasn't burning up.

Ambrosia walked over to his dresser and picked up a small teacup.

"Why didn't you stop her, Ivy?"

Ambrosia turned around to face Ivy, the teenager was looking straight at her hands.

"I was scared Ambrosia..."

Ambrosia and Ivy froze the chill of winter seemed to seep through the walls. Another quick tap echoed through the room before the door opened.

Mrs. Henway stood dressed in a cool dark blue long sleeve blouse and straight black business pants. Her short dark hair was pulled back into ponytail giving a full view of her dark eyes.

"Did I interrupt something?" the woman asked in an unreasonably calm voice.

How long was she behind the door? She must have heard something.

"No, what do you need Mrs. Henway?"

"Just thought I left something in here, I'll leave you girls," Mrs. Henway professed before slipping out the door and closing it. The girls stood in shock watching the door as if she was going to pop back in and yell surprise.

Ambrosia tore her eyes from the door as Ivy held up a small torn paper.

"I found this underneath his book..." The two girls peered at their sleeping father.

"What is it?" Ambrosia whispered.

"Let's read it in your room," Ivy answered reaching for the door.

The sisters walked out of the room, seeing that there were no spying eyes, they proceeded to walk down the hallway to Ambrosia's room. They went inside and locked the door.

Ivy sat on the floor and Ambrosia sat on a small foot stool.

"Before you read it, I want to tell you what Tania told me after you left at breakfast," Ivy began in a hushed voice her hands twitched to her braid and she twirled it. Something she only did when something bothered her.

"As we know in grandma's Will, Tania is in charge of intangible property, but Tania told me that grandma put her in charge of all of grandma's shares and business contracts before her death. She told me that the men she was meeting today were part of the police department, the sheriff and his deputy of town to be exact."

Ambrosia rubbed her temples and thought back to the unruly behavior of the two men asking for her services...

"Why would she trust Tania, she's not even blood-related?" Ivy questioned with a puzzled look on her face.

"I'm not sure," Ambrosia stated. "About those policemen, they didn't seem right," Ambrosia added.

"They must be crooked Ambrosia," Ivy proposed.

The room was still and only the sound of chafing leaves outside the large window on the other side of the room could be heard. Was it possible that the only group of individuals that she had found to be safe a safe and final resort to extract Tania from the house was working alongside her?

Ambrosia took up the frail note that Ivy had found and read it so only they could hear.

"The sheriff managed to persuade the harbormaster to let us ship out half a pack monthly. Two deals are pending from underground, as the biggest administrator I expect you to keep your end of the bargain up, Josephine Hill. I do hope we can meet again soon to clear this mix up between us. I know money is running low for you but with this deal, I can guarantee a spike in your profits. If not-

The rest of the note was torn.

This must have been what Mrs. Henway was looking for.

"So, grandmother Hill was doing business with crooked cops..." Ambrosia retorted her head shaking in disbelief. Her eyes had read but her mind refused to believe it. Was it because of all the great things her father used to tell her about the grandmother when she was younger?

Was it because when she came to see grandma the only thing she was guilty of was making the most delicious brownies and lemonade iced tea. This image of her grandmother was beginning to crumble.

Ivy had her eyes closed and had wrapped her arms tightly around herself.

"B-but what could she be selling them?" Ambrosia managed to speak.

Ivy leaned forward her eyes remained closed, she said nothing.

"It could be anything illegal it seems if she had to get the cops on her side," Ambrosia contemplated.

"Ambrosia," Ivy called curtly her eyes focusing on the girl in front of her.

"I-we can't do anything now that Tania has the police with her."

Ambrosia raised her eyebrows surprised at her younger sister. The girl who had started all of this investigation.

"What do you mean, their not the only police in the state Ivy, we can-"

"No, we can't!" Ivy cried out, the brims of her eyes started to line with water. "You don't understand."

Ivy moved her head as a tear fell and she drew in a sharp breath wiping it away as quickly as she could.

"The people that come into this house are dangerous..."

The people that come into this house are dangerous.

Ambrosia stared at her surprised at the sudden emotion that had revealed itself and wasn't anger. Ivy leaned back onto the base of Ambrosia's bed and closed her eyes once again.

A small buzz from Ambrosia pocket broke her away from her examination of Ivy. She took out her phone and squinted at the unsaved number, she answered the phone.

"Hello?"

"Ah, hello is this Amb-rosia?"

"Yes this is her..."

"It's Mr. Avril the private investigator you paid, I have some information you might be interested in, we schedule a time to meet."

Ambrosia checked the time, it was 1:38 in the afternoon.

"Okay, I can come now?" Ambrosia asked.

Ivy had sat up and directed her full attention to Ambrosia's conversation.

"I'm busy, could you possibly come tomorrow around 3 in the afternoon?" the gruff man replied.

"Yeah, alright..."

Mr. Avril hung up and left Ambrosia with a sunken feeling.

"Who was that?" Ivy prodded.

"That investigator you had me pay, Mr. Avril, he wanted to meet up to give the information on the Henway's."

"I told him to just send it-"

Ambrosia tilted her head to the side looking at Ivy in a peculiar way.

"You, talked to him?"

Ivy fidgeted suddenly at Ambrosia's question her hand snatching at one of her braids to twirl once more.

"I just called him to check up," Ivy wavered then leaned forward to get up slowly before adding, "we can't trust them, Ambrosia...Mrs. Henway and her son."

Ambrosia stood up and looked into the Victorian decorated mirror that hung high over her dresser. She pulled her hair up into a bun realizing the tangled mess it was and turned to face her younger sister who had so delicately changed the topic.

"I'm turning seventeen in a few days and I might as well stop acting like a kid so...I forgive you for hanging around with him Ambrosia." Ivy cooed.

What.

Ambrosia's coffee-colored eyes drifted slowly as she thought to herself before regaining her attention back to Ivy.

"With Mr. Avril's help we will end this" Ivy's small voice was stern and it played well with the anger that flashed in her eyes.

Ivy left Ambrosia's room momentarily and Ambrosia sat on the floor letting the dim sunlight bathe her from the window.

It was such a beautifully cold day today.

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