~ IVANOV ~
“LET. HER. GO,” the f*****g blonde snarled at me, his voice cutting through the low hum of chatter and clinking glasses like a knife.
I locked eyes with him, staring straight into those cold, calculating browns. Isaac Kaene. My enemy.
He had no goddamn clue who was standing right in front of him.
I tightened my hold on Druscilla, my fingers brushing a stray strand of her fiery red hair away from her flushed cheek, the silky lock slipping like water through my grasp. I ignored him completely, letting the tension build in the air between us, thick as the fog rolling in off the Hudson.
His hands clenched into fists at his sides, knuckles whitening, veins popping along his forearms like cords ready to snap.
“Who the hell are you?” I asked, my voice low and steady, carrying tha
