Caelie’s POV
If my father wanted obedience, he had met an enemy.
He let out a low, gruff laugh, chest heaving as he picked up his empty glass of scotch. He studied it for a second, then sneered.
“Girls,” he muttered, and before I could blink, the glass slammed against the floor near my feet.
It shattered, shards scattering across the tiles. One sliced my cheek. I flinched, blood trickling warm against my skin. He didn’t even blink.
His jaws tightened. “What did you just say?” His voice dropped, dark and cold. The beast in him stirred, rising behind his stoic face.
My knees trembled, but I didn’t back down. I forced my spine straight, meeting his glare head-on. “I, Aurelia Frost, nullify the engagement with Axel Davenport.”
“Enough!” His voice cracked through the air like thunder as
