“She deserved it,” Mavros said coldly, not even glancing my way. “Don’t waste your sympathy on her, Vivian.”
The warriors released me, and I crumpled to the floor. Blood smeared across the pristine white tiles, and my wolf whimpered inside me. But I silenced her. I wasn’t weak. Not now. Not ever.
“You still owe your sister an apology,” Mavros growled, his voice dripping with menace.
I forced myself up, my legs trembling but steady. My eyes bore into his, unflinching. “I owe her nothing,” I said, my voice steady as steel. “No one accuses my son of something he didn’t do and gets away with it. She deserves worse than a slap for that.”
Mavros’s jaw tightened, his eyes narrowing. His frustration was clear, but I didn’t care.
“Just do what I told you,” he said, his voice a dangerous whisper. “Apologize to your sister, Izara. If you do, I’ll visit your son whenever you want. I’ll make you Luna. Legalize our marriage. Seal our bond.”
