Ivo paced in Yuri's now former personal chambers. It hadn't taken too long for the Custodians to repair all the damage done by the battle.
He gritted his teeth, his fists clenching tightly, mind running a mile a minute. He knew just how close he'd come to death, fighting against Yuri. If he'd been a hair too late in his dodge attempt, his heart would have been destroyed instead of his lower body, killing him instantly.
If it had been just him or Armand fighting alone, they'd have been killed easily by her. And If they'd been more of them, Yuri could've used the situation against them, taking out more than one person at once. She was crazily good like that. And that was why this wasn't supposed to happen.
He wanted to be ruler of Southside but not with Yuri still alive.
