Ivy’s POV
"We’re in this together whether you like it or not, Ivy," Damien said, his tone both commanding and resigned as we stood in the dim light of the abandoned warehouse. His eyes, still full of unsaid apologies and lingering regret, locked with mine.
I folded my arms and crossed my chest, trying to mask the tumult of unresolved emotions swirling inside me.
"I never thought I’d see the day when I’d be teaming up with you, Damien," I replied, my voice steady despite the turmoil. "But if Victor’s threat is as dangerous as you claim, then we have no choice."
A tense silence stretched between us. The echo of distant footsteps and the faint hum of the city at night filled the void, underscoring the gravity of the situation.
I could feel the weight of our past—the memories of rejectio
