Asher’s pov.
“On your knees,” Carlos hisses. The spy stubbornly tips his chin up and looks all dead in the eye.
“I won’t kneel to monsters,” he replies in a voice full of bravado.
Carlos leans forward and levels another threat at him, but he still doesn’t kneel, Ivy studies him with cold, calculating eyes before scowling and reaching for one of the knives hiding in her skirt.
“Kneel mutt, or I’ll make you kneel,” she holds the blade aloft, the threat in her words is clear.
He scowls and spits at her. “Try me, b***h!”
His saliva lands in the centre of her chest and he smirks with satisfaction, Ivy, of course, doesn’t react to what is his clear attempt at complete disrespect. Instead, she turns around to shoot me a questioning glance.
I nod once and she advances on him, the gaurd that
