Ivy POV
The conversation was over. Hoisted over Hales’ shoulder, I was carried upstairs towards my room. The swears and curses of my frustration trailed behind us as I made Damian aware of how pissed off I really was.
“I’m sick of your shit, Damian!” I yelled again before my bedroom door was kicked open and Hale dropped me down on the bed with a bounce.
“Ivy, please. I know you’re upset, but we are going to try and figure something out.”
Sitting up on my knees, I jabbed him in the chest. “That isn’t good enough. Damian’s version of trying to figure things out is when he feels like it. If Talon is being poisoned, we have to help him now!”
“I’m sorry, Ivy,” Hale replied as he backed away from me. “We can’t risk someone else getting killed.”
Jumping off my bed, I gave a frustrated groan. “It isn’t his fault, Hale. He doesn’t know what he is doing.”
“I’m aware, but that doesn’t excuse what’s happening. You can’t b
