Damon stared at her for a moment.
"...Capture me?"
The words sounded absurd coming from Ivy.
Not because she wasn't strong enough to try.
But because it was her.
The girl who had followed him through half the apocalypse. The girl who had nearly died beside him more times than he could count.
Yet as he looked into her eyes now, he found nothing of the girl he remembered.
"You're serious," Damon said in a tone that sounded a lot like a question.
"I am," Ivy replied without skipping a beat.
Nyla stepped forward almost immediately. "Have you lost your mind?"
For the first time, Ivy's gaze shifted away from Damon.
A faint crease appeared between her brows, as though she had only just noticed Nyla was there.
"Leave. This matter does not concern you."
Despite the fire burning in her eyes, there was something cold in her tone. Something that said her words meant more than just a simple suggestion.
