Emily’s POV
“Shall we? “He pointed to our seats as I was still standing.
The only sound that could be heard in the minute that followed was the contact of our cutlery with the plates and maybe our chewing and swallowing.
“So both of your parents are dead?” I didn't need anyone to tell me he had made his findings about me, the thought of him invading my personal life annoyed me so greatly that I could feel my chest throb from the pain and I could have my wolf snare from anger.
“Yes” it was low.
“Oh, I can barely hear you”
“Yes!” I howled.
“And you worked in the brothel as a slut?”
The anger that flowed through my veins was indescribable, I wanted to pluck out every feature of his Greek-god-like looking face, scratch out his eyes and feed them to him.
A snarl escaped my throat, he m
