Ivy grabbed his hand and raised an eyebrow, signaling to him, "You go out. I'll do it myself."

"What? You're not even gonna let me help?"

He sounded a little hurt.

Ivy chuckled. "It's not that I don’t want you to help—I'm just afraid I won’t be able to control the little beast inside me."

What if that little beast jumped out and devoured him?

She had to hold back. For her future with Mark, she had to pass this ...