Ivy's POV
"You're dead." Grant screamed, struggling to get on his feet.
"You didn't do a good enough job." Grant's voice dripped with contempt as he emerged fully healed, his eyes burning with righteous fury. He marched toward my father, barely containing his rage. "I came here to tell Cody that you betrayed us. Him. But thankfully Ivy saw behind your mask before any of us could have." He approached me tenderly, pressing his lips to my forehead in a gesture of gratitude. "Thank you pup."
Reid's face contorted with disbelief, veins bulging prominently in his neck. "How are you alive?"
I stepped forward confidently, standing tall between my father and Grant. "I saved him. My blood saved him. Despite your betrayal, despite your surprise attack, despite the poison coursing through his veins, he was strong enough to make it here. The medical team saved him because of my blood." I tilted my head, satisfaction coursing through me. "Do you want to know why he survived?"
