Fuck, fuck, fuck!
We were by far outnumbered, and all exits were blocked. Alan had the power, not us—I was aware of that fact. Still, I knew I had to protect Damon.
"Ivy," Damon called, glancing around.
"Stay behind me," I said. My eyes flitted to all directions, as I tried to come up with an escape plan.
I could hold Alan hostage, but that'd leave Damon vulnerable. There was no hiding place I could stuff Damon until I dealt with the guards neither was there any vantage point.
Shit.
Alan shuffled to his feet and dusted off his suit. He raised a finger and the guards stepped back. My gun remained pointed at his head. I couldn't take any chances. He smiled, his eyes on Damon.
"You pack a mean punch, son," he said, looking impressed.
"I'm no longer the little kid that was scared of you," Damon seethed.
Alan paused, his gaze resting on me. "Are you going to keep hiding behind a woman?"
He chuckled. "I thought I raised you better than that."
