Lia's POV
Seeing that the little brat was already awake, I couldn’t help but wonder what he might have told them. I walked over to where they were sitting, standing there as I waited for Drake to acknowledge my presence. But he continued eating, acting as if I wasn’t even there.
"What’s going on?" I asked, my voice steady as I stared at Drake, who didn’t even bother to look up or respond.
"I said, what’s going on?" I repeated, louder this time.
Still, he didn’t say a word, and my frustration grew. In a fit of anger, I swiped his plate off the table, sending it crashing to the floor. The entire room fell silent, the sound of the shattering plate hanging in the air.
Before I could utter another word, Drake was on me. His hand wrapped around my neck, lifting me off the ground effortlessl
