IVAN'S POV
I moved before I could think, my body responding faster than my mind. Because if any single one of those fuckers laid a hand on her, I was going to lose every last shred of my humanity.
Everyone else in the sacred hall must've heard it too, because all heads immediately snapped toward the commotion.
I breezed past Barty, heading straight for its source.
I could feel Francis on my heels, trailing behind me with the kind of deliberate quiet that told me he understood I was in no mood to be reasoned with.
The moment I stepped past the threshold, I came face-to-face with at least a dozen household guards.
They were flanked by a few stunned-looking maids, all of them gathered like spectators to a damn circus. Together, they were openly gawking at a single figure.
Naked. Female. Uncaring.
It took me all of one second to realize it was Maeve.
What the fuck was she doing?
