Lavine’s POV:
Cloette gets up from her seat. I’m unable to act quickly enough to grab her as she storms out of the balcony.
“Cloette!”
Just as when I’m about to go after her, my father speaks.
“Sit here! Don’t just leave. We have matters to discuss.”
I clench my fists tight and so do my lips. I take a step away from him.
“Lavine!”
I stride my leg again.
“Lavine!”
His voice elicits anger. I continue to step forward, brushing his persuasive and dictatorial tone aside.
“If you leave without fixing the issue with me, you’re giving me more reason to thrust that woman’s life into a living hell.”
My ears burn at his words. The involvement of Cloette in his threat ceases me from moving. The tiny coolness of my head breaks off from me when the heat of fury takes over. I turn to him, stri
