Ivy's POV
“Yes!” I scream, throat burning. “I want you to be human! I want to know that the man I’ve been sleeping with isn’t a f*****g monster!”
He stops in front of me, so close I can smell him, cologne and danger and heat. His gaze burns straight through me.
“I’m not a monster,” he growls. “I’m just not the fairytale you built in your head.”
“You kill people,” I whisper, voice cracking. “You stalk them. Study them. And then end them.”
“You think I liked it?” His voice sharpens. “You think I woke up one day and decided, ‘hey, I’d love to become a f*****g ghost in the night’? I did what I had to do. I survived.”
“And what about me?” I ask, hands trembling at my sides. “Where do I fit in? Am I just some dumb girl you’re playing with until your next job?”
That gets him. His nostrils
