Victor eased her off, muttering, “I’m gonna shower,” and left quickly. He didn’t catch the twisted expression that crossed Ivy’s face.
He’d been through hell today, and Ivy’s tears had soaked his clothes. His OCD couldn’t take it anymore. Under the shower’s spray, his tangled thoughts cleared.
Brooke’s desperate face kept surfacing, each memory stabbing his heart. He’d gone too far.
When it came to Ivy, he lost all reason. But learning Brooke had contacted Simon? That hit differently. Did she not know Simon was the original choice for the Ellison bond, favored by Victor’s father, Frederick? Victor had fought tooth and claw to dismantle Simon’s empire, exile him other packs. Brooke reaching out to him felt like a knife in the back.
Fine. Let it be a lesson. She needed to know her place
