Zander’s POV

Oh, God! What has she done? I grab Sarah and pull her away from Ivy, dragging her from the house by her hair. My mom, who was gardening, ran over.

“Mom! Call 911! Ivy. She’s hurt!”

Sarah pulls away and runs to her car. I try to catch her, but I can’t figure out if I should chase her or go check on my angel. Ivy needs me, so I let the crazy bitch go. I’ll let the police deal with her later. For now, anyway.

She will not be one of the women with whom I make amends. She’s lucky I don’t have her, and her piece...