THAT SAME NIGHT. IN THE JONES ESTATE.
The room was quiet, but a thick air of fury blew across every corner.
Williams Jones stood in the middle of the room, his face red with anger. His voice was loud and sharp. “You made a fool of this family, Mitch. In front of the whole Council!”
Andrea Jones, sitting beside his son, looked tired. His hands were shaking slightly. “He didn’t mean to disrespect anyone, Williams. He just—”
“Don’t!” Williams barked. “Don’t defend him! That girl, broke the mate bond with Edward. She went against our laws. The punishment was clear, silver suppressing injection. It needed seven seals. Seven. And your son was the only one who didn’t sign it!”
Mitch sat on the sofa, legs spread, arms folded. He looked calm. Too calm. “I didn’t think she deserved that
