SCARLET’S POV
Ivy's smile disappeared.
She took a step toward me, her eyes narrowing as though she couldn't quite believe I'd answered her. It wasn't even an insult, yet judging by the way her jaw tightened, I'd managed to bruise her pride far more than she had bruised my body.
"You've gotten bold overnight," she said.
"I've simply learned that arguing with you is a waste of energy."
A few students standing nearby exchanged surprised glances.
I had never spoken back to Ivy before.
She folded her arms across her chest, her lips curling into a mocking smile. "Don't let one little comeback fool you into thinking yesterday didn't happen. Everyone here watched me throw you around like a rag doll."
"I remember."
"Then you should also remember your place."
I looked at her for a moment
