Ivy's eyes narrowed to a glare, anger rising slowly.
"Are you even old enough to get pregnant?" It's not a snarl or a growl, but it's a near thing. "I told you didn't I? Kidnapping doesn't work. Fighting doesn't work. None of it does. Not one damn thing." She has to pause, has to clench her fists because desire's ratcheted up every single memory and feeling she's had for the people she's fallen in love with, every single failure and this little slip of a girl-
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"Are you even old enough to get pregnant?" It's not a snarl or a growl, but it's a near thing. "I told you didn't I? Kidnapping doesn't work. Fighting doesn't work. None of it does. Not one damn thing." She has to pause, has to clench her fists because desire's ratcheted up every single memory and feeling she's had for the people she's fallen in love with, every single failure and this little slip of a girl-
"People's hearts aren't connected so easily."