"Ivy?" Damon called.
I glanced at the door and back to Tara. She followed my gaze and her lips pursed.
"What did you do?" she asked, taking a step forward towards me.
It was moments like that I loathed the fact that my partner was a genius. Why couldn't she be any other average person who was not great at picking clues?
I stepped back with every step she took forward. I glanced at the door again.
"Don't you dare," she seethed.
I was taller than the woman in front of me, a better killer than her, and could easily
overpower her if I wanted to.
But something about the way she looked at me rooted me on the spot and made me want to blurt out everything in specific detail. How did she have that much power over me?
"What's going on?" Damon asked, glancing at us.
"She messed up," she said, her eyes not leaving mine.
"The question is…" she paused in front of me, holding me captive with her gaze.
"Just how much did she mess up?"
