Damon's POV
"Dror's too dangerous for you to take on, Ivy," Kyle said. "He's a fucking psychopath."
It's exactly what I'd been saying. I couldn't believe even Dror's lackey agreed with me.
"There has to be a way," Ivy disagreed.
I sighed. Why the hell was she so fixated with Dror? I just couldn't get understand her.
"Ivy, listen to me!" Kyle yelled, grabbing her shoulder.
He had no right to touch her, how dare he put his hands on her. I stepped forward, my pulse racing with anger.
"He's unlike any targets you've had." Kyle's words made me freeze in my step.
Targets?
"Kyle," she called softly.
I hated the way she called his name, it grated on my nerves.
"Please, listen to me!" he yelled.
Her body shook violently as he grabbed her and I stepped in between them immediately, and pushed him away from her.
"Get away from her," I fumed.
He sized me up, his lips curling up as he scoffed. "Get lost."
