COLE
“Nonsense!” Marcel Fox roared. His angular face turned scarlet as he loomed over Skyla, who was kneeling on the ground of the throne room, sobbing.
“I-I’m sorry, F-Father,” Skyla stammered between sniffles. “I just wanted to give her a warning – ”
“A warning?” Marcel thundered. “Have you lost your mind? Look at what you’ve done. You’re lucky that nothing worse happened out there!”
Skyla flinched, shrinking further as she clung to Anastasia for comfort. Anastasia lounged on a settee beside them, one leg crossed over the other, her expression bored. She allowed Skyla to clutch her for a moment, petting her hair with a perfectly manicured hand.
“Marcel, calm down.” Anastasia said coolly, then turned to Skyla. “I’m sure Skyla had no intention of harming Evelyn Caddel, did you, love
