A/N: The title is taken from "Litany in Which Certain Things Are Crossed Out," a poem by Richard Siken.
Ivy stalked toward him with lethal grace, not stopping until he realized her eyes glinted like obsidian, with only a razor-thin strip of brown.
"She's better than you, Kalamack."
"I know." He arched an eyebrow. "Better than both of us," he added, watching her mouth tighten. "Somehow she still loves you."
"She doesn't love you."
"Maybe not today. But perhaps one day..."
"Hurt her and I'll kill you. Rachel herself won't be able to stop me."
"I'd expect nothing less."
She blinked, then turned away.
"I'm not trying to take her away from you."
Her shoulders bowed. "You already have."