Chapter Eighteen

Emily’s POV

“Shall we “He pointed to our seats as I was still standing.

The only sound that could be heard in the minute that followed was the contact of our cutlery with the plates and maybe our chewing and swallowing.

“So both of your parents are dead?” I didn't need anyone to tell ms he dug about me, the thought of him invading my personal life annoyed me greatly that I could feel my chest throb from the pain and I could have my wolf snare from anger.

“Yes” it was low.

“Oh, I can barely hear you”

“Yes!” I howled.

“And you worked in the brothel as a slut?”

The anger that flowed through my veins was indescribable, I wanted to pluck out every feature from his Greek-god like looking face, scratch out his eyes, and feed them to him.

A snarl escaped my throat, he must have sensed my anger too.

“What? I just want to be sure is that too much?” He insisted stubbornly.

Fuck him!

My face fell and my vision felt blurry, it was because the tears were threatening to fall. What was happening to