Then it dawned on her. “You’re jealous,” Ivy said. “I do not know that word.” “You do not like other males touching me, or even the thought of it.” “Why would I like that?” he growled. “You are mine, Ivy. For him to touch you that way…it makes me feel as I never have. It wakes something inside me, like a beast in my hearts. I would have killed him if not for you.”
