Betty’s POV

"That's enough..." the deep voice cut through.

My heart skipped violently in my chest as I slowly glanced up, the world around me was already spinning slightly from the alcohol. For a split second, I saw him. The red hair, the height, the imposing presence around him.

“Ivan…” my voice broke as his name slipped out, my vision blurring. Tears welled up instantly, spilling over before I could stop them. “You waited for me to get drunk before coming? I fucking hate ...