VLADIMIR
Ivy shot me a filthy look. I scooped her up and settled her into the car. She flung herself through the other door, collapsing to the floor again. The whole time she moaned, trying to gather strength.
"And now she is crawling away," I scoffed.
Growing more irritated, I hauled her up and pulled her hand toward me. Then I shoved her into the seat while still holding her wrists. She groaned and writhed, dragging her hands wildly to wrench free from my hold. I tightened my grip on her wrists.
Craig clicked the doors shut and put the car in motion.
"Let me go!" she screamed.
I kept my hold on her wrists. Without warning she swung a foot at my face. I ducked and her foot brushed my hair instead. She groaned and slumped back into the seat, obviously aiming with her other foot.
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