The City's Dark Jewel

[Ivan Sarkozy]

He felt a slam of...something. Her power, probably...shove him back- and damn, but it hurt! Every part of him was bruised over, where he wasn't bleeding. Her hand was at his throat, voice snarling.

Disgust welled up in him.

This bitch plays her little games at the ball- blows up a glass, cutting herself badly, all the while acting terrified and innocent- while inside she is laughing, watching his concern for her, his getting dragged away to who knows where. Cuz she doesn't know who he is, or whether he will be a guest of a CCD interrogation room. She doesn't give a god-damn shit about it.

And then she casually tosses her boy-toy out into the ring with him, as if it is no concern whether he'll be hurt or not when she fucking knows Ivan can channel.

And now? Now? NOW she worries about him?

Fuck that. He threw a wall of air at her. "Don't even tried to pretend, you bitch. You didn't seem to care when he went into the ring with me, knowing what you know."