Ivan’s POV

All I wanted was to get the drunk butterfly out of the club in one piece before she did something we would both regret, but the entire world decided to work against my wishes.

They say the devil comes out to tempt us at times, but mine was not the devil.

“I am not scared of you, pretty boy.” Tristan faced me squarely without the slightest hint of fear in his eyes. His jaw clenched, gaze sharp like he was some type of predator.

Pretty boy was not an insult. It was like ...