Chapter Eighty

The matron paced around the room. She held a glass of wine in her hand as several thoughts raced through her head. Her sister had indeed outdone herself and she was certain she would give her stern discipline. The basis of their family was the belief that women could rule better than men and so the matron saw no reason why Ivy would do something so stupid.

She walked towards the Flowers being exposed to the sunlight and sniffled them. They filled her nostrils with so much pleasure. Those particular flowers were capable of producing intoxicating effects in the nervous system and matron was, sadly, addicted to them. She sniffled them again to clear her head.

"What's taking them so long?" She asked herself as anxiety nearly took a toll on her. Ivana was supposed to be back by then. She did not understand why killing a man could be so difficult for them to do. Ivana was her most fierce soldier. She trusted her abilities.

"Matron! You have to come here now!" One of her girls screamed. The
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