IVAN'S POV
"You don't mean that," she whispered.
"Actually, I do." I turned then, staring her down. "For years, you tortured my mate. For years, you treated her worse than dirt. You crushed her spirit, her soul, her body. You despised not getting your way so much that you took out your rage on her with your abusive, cancerous ways—and now, despite the evil that rots deep within your empty soul, she still heals you. I had my doubts, but it's evident that ever since Maeve came into Ash Creek, you have done better than you have in five years. And even then—despite how generous she's been in extending her skills to the last person who deserves them—you still plot behind her back like a witch.
