Ivy Continued
Francesca tilted her head, with a smug little smirk painted on her lips. “Oh, don’t tell me I struck a nerve. Unless, of course, the nerve’s already been frayed. Does Ronan even know the boy’s not his?”
Nyx snarls as she fights to break free even harder. I step open my mouth to tell her exactly what she can do with her ridiculous questions—but the air around us shifts again, colder this time as a shadow falls across the ground beside me.
I don't need to turn to see who it is. The bond told me the second he rounded the corner.
Ronan.
“You better handle this b***h right now before Nyx snaps and there's a bloodbath in front of our son,” I snap at him through a mind link as I take a small step forward, closing the distance between the venous viper and me.
“Don’t.” His v
