Chapter 41: The Knife
Alex
The moment Seraphine said the words that her father was coming, something inside me snapped clean in two. I felt a wall of restraint crumble away. I did not care about the consequences anymore. I did not care about the Frostfall Pack or the politics of the high table. I was tired of being threatened by names of powerful men.
Seraphine’s eyes widened. She saw the change in my expression just as my hand flew through the air.
The slap landed even harder than the first one. It was a sharp, vicious sound that filled the kitchen. Seraphine stumbled backward, her boots slipping on the stone floor as she lost her footing. She crashed onto the ground with a sharp cry of pain. Her hair, which she had spent so much time styling, spilled around her like a sheet of dark s
