Following her eyes, I saw she was looking at a picture I framed that was on my desk. It was that of me and my father, taken years ago, on a camping trip – just the two of us, smiling, looking carefree. Ember’s eyes narrowed as she picked up the photo, her expression darkening with every passing second.
The picture seemed to annoy her more.
“So, you think this proves your claim?” she spat, holding the picture up for her enforcers to see. “Anyone can do this besides, you could have gone there with him as his mistress.”
“I am not his mistress,” I shouted. “That’s my father, can’t you see the resemblance?”
But Ember was beyond reason now. With a snarl of pure hatred, she hurled the frame to the ground. The glass shattered, sending shards all over the room.
“You dare to flaunt your relationship with my mate?” she hissed, grinding her heel into the photograph. “This only proves your guilt".
My breath was coming in short spasms now as I was dragged out of my room, my arms held tightly by two security men who had come on Ember’s command.