Ivy's POV
"I said enough." A deep voice commanded across the cafeteria, causing everyone to freeze except me. I tightened my grip around the redhead's throat, lifting her until her feet dangled helplessly above the floor.
"Ivy, please."
I turned to face Rober, my eyes narrowed with rage. "This one touched me," I snarled, feeling Killian surge dangerously close to the surface. Pulling the girl's face closer to mine, I whispered, "Do you know what I do to people who touch me without permission?"
She whimpered pathetically in my grasp, her voice barely audible. "Please Natalie, help me." Her frightened eyes darted to the blonde standing nearby.
I laughed coldly and shoved her to the ground with enough force to make her gasp. "What do you think the blonde is going to do?" I crouched over her, feeling my claws extend from my fingertips, sharp and ready.
