The moment they were inside, Ivy slammed the door shut and tossed Sal forward. He stumbled, barely catching his balance before his back hit the wall.
"Ouch," he hissed, rubbing his shoulder. But the complaint died quickly as he looked up.
Ivy was staring at him.
Her eyes were sharp enough to peel skin.
For a brief moment, Sal regretted everything.
A moment of weakness had made him run to her for protection. Now, standing alone with her in a closed room, he realized just how badly he had miscalculated.
I should have let the guards drag me, he cried internally. She is scarier than them.
"Sit."
The single word snapped him out of his thoughts.
Sal blinked, staring at her in shock.
Confusion spread across his face as he quickly shook his head. "I'm fine," he said with a forced smile, his body already debating whether to make a run for the door.
Ivy watched him for a second, then gave a small shrug.
"Don't say I didn't warn you."
His face instantly paled.
