“Stop, Fay,” Ivan orders, his voice suddenly serious. He puts his other hand on my waist and pulls me closer to him. Angry, I shove him again but Ivan doesn’t relent, his grip iron. “Fay,” he insists, his tone matching my anger now. I stop shoving and look up into his face, furious.
“Let me go,” I command, my teeth clenched, but he just shakes his head slowly at me.
“I’m not f*****g with you, Fay,” Ivan insists, his voice revealing his frustration. “You haven’t given me any information that I haven’t guessed myself. God damn it, Fay,” he grinds out, “don’t you get it? That it would be easier for me to let you go down with them? Do you think it’s making anything better for me that I f*****g care about you?”
I stop protesting and look up into Ivan’s face, shocked. I’ve never – never hea
