Ivy’s POV
"Ivy, get down!"
The cry rang out just as I was making my way through the darkened corridor of the abandoned warehouse. I barely had time to react before a shadow lunged from the gloom—a vicious blur of snarling figures, Victor’s rogues, surrounding me with eyes full of malice. My heart hammered as panic surged through me.
I tried to dodge a savage swipe, but a rogue’s claw scraped my shoulder. I cried out in pain, stumbling backward against the cold concrete wall. In that chaotic moment, the air was filled with shouts and the sound of clashing claws.
"Ivy, hold on!"
The voice was both commanding and urgent. Suddenly, out of the swirling chaos, Kian appeared like a ghostly sentinel. He moved with a lethal grace that made every attacker think twice. With a series of swift, pr
