Yvette's POV
Still, it hadn't been confirmed yet so I stood my ground.
"Don't think the little kindness you've shown me gives you the right to say whatever you want, Knox. You are no better than your—"
Before I could finish my sentence, his fist was wrapped around my neck. I saw the kind of rage that took over only when he was with his father and at that moment, I regretted ever being careless with my words. He tightened his grip around my neck and it didn't matter how much I fought against him, he didn't let go. Instead, he punched the wall a few inches above my head, as if trying not to hit me.
"That is such an ironic statement coming from you, Morgan," he hissed. "I could send you to him. I would if you think so highly of him and forget your place here. But don't forget,"
