IVAN'S POV
My chest twisted. A bitter laugh scraped my throat.
"She doesn't want that—that is why we keep trying the severance."
"And what makes you think that when the severance works, she won't just leave with her son?"
That made me pause.
"She… she wouldn't. We are working toward joint parenting." Lies. But it was one I intended to make true.
"Oh, I see." He nodded, approval slick in his eyes. "Seems you have everything figured out. I trust you, Ivan. You are your father's son. And between the both of us, I don't think a rabid wolf is such a bad thing. Having that much strength, that taste for carnage at your fingertips—it's power."
His eyes glinted.
"Well, I don't want to be known for that. I want to be Ivan Cross before whatever rabid bullshit."
