Chapter 13

Amelia

“Untie her this instant,” Nickolas commands, his voice firm.

The guard immediately begins to work on the knots binding me, but his hands pause at her words.

“But she bit me,” Ember protests, pouting. She extends her hand to Nickolas, revealing the slowly healing wound due to it being a werewolf bite.

“And you think the appropriate response is to whip her?” Nickolas’s voice carries a hint of disbelief as he fixes Ember with a piercing stare, his dark brow raised in questioning.

Ember’s expression falters, and she swallows hard before reluctantly nodding.

A heavy silence settles over the room as Nickolas approaches Ember, his footsteps deliberate and purposeful. He leans in close to her, his lips brushing against her ear as he speaks in a low, almost menacing tone that still reaches my ears.

“I am only going to say this once, Ember,” Nickolas asserts, his tone steely as he pivots to face me. Our gazes lock, and I find myself tr