<strong>Ivy POV

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The conversation was over. Hoisted over Hales’ shoulder, I was carried upstairs towards my room. The swears and curses of my frustration trailed behind us as I made Damian aware of how pissed off I really was.

“I’m sick of your shit, Damian!” I yelled again before my bedroom door was kicked open and Hale dropped me down on the bed with a bounce.

“Ivy, please. I know you’re upset, but we are going to try and figure something ...