“Shut up,” she hissed, “or I’ll make you shut up.”
Ivy gave a pleasant laugh. “James Willett said that to me back in the children’s home when I was eleven,” she said. “I blacked both his eyes and knocked one of his teeth loose.”
She had, too. The little shit had been picking on the smaller kids.
Ms. Renard snorted contemptuously. “We’ll see how smart your mouth is when I turn you over to Khain,” she said.
But somehow, Ivy wasn’t afraid anymore – not as afraid as she should be. She was sad that Rory might think she’d snuck away in the middle of the night. She was fighting mad that Ms. Renard had been able to fool her so easily, and bewildered by all the weirdness that had entered her life unbidden.
But she knew on a deep, fundamental level that Rory would never stop looking for her – not even if they killed her. Because she was his One True Mate.
And that gave her a secret weapon Ms. Renard knew nothing about.
