Ivy’s POV

My lungs burned and my vision blurred as I struggled to find the source of the voice.

I knew it, but I tried to deny it. Every single instinct in me screamed to run when the arm tightened around my shoulders. But I couldn’t move.

And then when I finally saw him, my lungs dropped to my stomach.

“Vincent?”

He pushed back his hood, and there he was unmistakable. His dark hair was damp from the heat.

“What are you doing here?”

He tilted his head, his lips curving into that ...