Riley – POV
Ivy flashed me a sly grin as I approached her by the oak tree, the place we’d use to teleport. Every second spent near this woman was a curse. I growled internally. “You ready for this?” she asked, her voice cold, detached. I nodded, my response just as icy. Seconds later, we stood in a shadowed alley of New York City, the chaotic streets far from our hidden world. Ivy led the way, and I followed, staying just a step behind.
“Tell me what you’re really up to,” she demanded, her voice laced with suspicion. I smirked to myself. She was always so quick to attack, but not with claws—no, Ivy’s weapons were her words.
“Why do you think I’m plotting against you?” I asked, keeping my tone light, taunting. She raised an eyebrow, that smile still painted on her lips, and it confused m
