Ember loomed over me, holding another small vial of Wolfsbane in her hand. My eyes widened in panic as the liquid gleamed under the midday sun. The scent alone stung my nose, the acrid fumes were already making my eyes water. If she pours that thing on me. I was done for.
“Are you going to finally tell us who you are? Are you ready to confess now?” she sneered.
“Ember, please,” I cried out, feeling my salty tears sip into my mouth. “You’ve got it all wrong. I swear. Fine, go through my phone and my messages with him. It’ll convince you that I’m truly his daughter. Please".
Ember cut me off, her lips cutting into a bitter smile. “I can see you’re not willing to confess yet. You don’t want to admit your crimes girl? You don’t want to admit to trying to seduce my mate?” She stepped closer, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction. “Maybe I should help you loosen your stiff tongue".