Betty's POV

"Don't stop until I come, butterfly," Alaric’s voice hissed. Before I could react, the door was pushed open and Illya stepped right in.

"Good afternoon, sir. I hope I didn't come at the wrong time," Illya's voice boomed in the office as the door creaked open.

My entire body went rigid. For a split second, I thought Ivan would stop. That he would push me away, fix himself, pretend nothing was happening, but he didn’t.

I couldn't believe he was doing this. Wasn't he scared ...