My father's overpowering aura pressed down on the room, and no one dared to breathe. The moment he saw the red marks from the wedding dress and my skin rubbed raw, his expression turned terrifyingly cold. "Arrest every last one of these bastards!" he thundered.
Emmett immediately stepped forward, looking him up and down. "Who the hell do you think you are?" he demanded. "Alice's father starved to death somewhere long ago!"
My father stared coldly at Emmett. "So you're the punk Alice was willing to cut her training period short for," he said, his voice low and dangerous, "begging me to use my resources to help?"
Emmett's brows furrowed tightly. "What nonsense are you spouting, you old geezer!" he spat. "What resources? I earned all this myself!"
My father let out a cold laugh. "Without
