Ivy’s POV
They say when someone takes everything from you your voice, your power, your safety you become one of two things: broken or dangerous.
I didn’t want to be broken anymore.
I had spent days in fear, tied, cornered, silenced. But fear had stopped serving me. It had only made me easier to control. And the moment I saw Cian walk into that room again, I knew—I was done being silent.
He came in without knocking.
He always did.
But this time, his eyes weren’t cold. They were hungry. And that scared me more than anything else.
He looked at me differently. Not like a man looking at someone he loved.
Like a man looking at something he owned.
“Ivy,” he said softly, stepping closer. “I’ve been patient. But I need more than words from you now.”
I took a slow step back, feeling the ol
