Ember’s POV
I felt so hollow as I watched the guard lock the cell that they had thrown me into. What was going on? Just because I didn't open my face when they ordered so, or was there something I didn't know?
Even though Vander hated me and my mum so much, I hadn't set foot in this cell…yet here I was, just for a little offense that they could easily call the Mistress so that it would be resolved.
I barged towards the door and peeked through, my eyes catching the guards standing at the sides and even the ones passing by. “You can't do this when I'm sick. If you think I'm lying, then send for the mistress at least. I could report you to the alpha king for abuse.” I lamented, but still, neither of them spared me a glance.
My breath caught in my throat. I ran my fingers on the fabric cov
