Nora's POV
I remain frozen in place as I stare at the disheveled Ivy at the entrance. Her minions, Anna and Linda stand on each side, knives in hand.
Fear grips me instantly as I swallow hard.
“Nora…” Amber's panicked whisper echoes from beside me.
“Yeah… I see her too,” I muttered.
“Nora you w***e!” Ivy growls, walking towards me.
Anna and Linda wave the knives in their hands maliciously, their lips curled in a twisted grin. I take steps back, only to be greeted by the cold wall.
Sh!t. I forgot this alley is a dead end.
“How dare you kiss my Damien! I'm going to have your head!” Ivy yells.
The distance between us disappears quickly. Amber takes my hand, pulling me behind her. “We don't want any trouble,” Amber says, her grip around my tightening.
“Trouble?” Anna chuckles
