Winter frowns faintly. “That’s right, I keep thinking your Roman.” Her frown deepens. “If you want to tell me I won’t stop you, but I don’t care what you did, what you think you deserve, no one deserves to be alone,” she snaps slightly.
Everyone, including Ivy, looks at Jacob in shock. “He ain’t yours!” “Yeah, that an Aussie!” “Whatcha tryna pull?” Ivy confronts the last speaker, a tall dark skinned man that had everyone agreeing with him. “You want him?” “Yeah.” Ivy smirks. “Fight me.” “A’ight, Lucky. Let’s see if that green streak of yours quit over the years.” “Your on.” Ivy turns to Jacob. “Stay here.” A flicker of the kindness she’d had before comes through in her voice.