8

Feyre had just reached the door to her room and opened it when Grant suddenly shoved her inside and pinned her against the wall.

His face was dark with anger.

“Who brought you back?”

The room was completely dark, but his eyes were sharp.

“You don't know him.”

Feyre calmly pushed him away and put on a candle.

Under the bright light, her legs were clearly visible.

They were covered in bruises and scars.

The sight was painful to look at.

Most of Grant's anger disappeared.

He grabbed her wrist and pulled her into his arms, holding her from behind.

“I'm sorry... about today.”

Feyre stood stiffly in his arms.

She didn't respond.

Sorry.

Her mind went back to her first year in the training center.

Tonya had bullied her so badly that Feyre had almost lost hope.

Back then, Grant had slapped Tonya in front of everyone and forced her to apologize.

At the time, Feyre had seen him as her hero.

He had seemed like a savior who was willing to protect her.

He had even been willing to hit his own sister for her.

Looking back now, Feyre thought it was pathetic.

She had been pathetic.

“Sorry” had become the most disgusting word to her.

The damage had already been done.

The scars were real.

They weren't going anywhere.

Apologies were just another way for guilty people to make themselves feel better after hurting someone.

“Master Phillips...”

Feyre's voice was hoarse.

She changed the subject.

“Did Ms Remington birthday party go well?”

She didn't want his fake apology.

It made her sick.

Grant's arms paused for a moment before tightening around her.

“It went well. It's the first time she has celebrated her birthday since she lost her mate."

"I see" Feyre replied.

“I swear, I didn't know Anna invited her brother. Phil has been studying outside the pack all these years. She never told me he was back.”

Grant tried to explain.

He wanted Feyre to know that he hadn't planned for her to be humiliated. He reached in his pocket and brought out a small pouch of coins.

“Here, Buy yourself something nice, okay?”

He spoke to her like he was trying to calm a child.

Then he kissed her lightly on the cheek.

“Thank you, Master Phillips.”

Feyre wasn't too proud to accept the money.

He had given it to her, so she would keep it.

She needed every penny for her studies and her foster family.

“Are you still angry with me?”

Grant was starting to lose patience.

For all these years, he had always looked down on Feyre.

In his mind, she couldn't survive without him.

That was why her new cold attitude irritated him so much.

Feyre forcefully pushed his arms away.

She looked directly into his eyes.

“Master Phillips, I'm tired. I want to sleep. Please leave.”

Grant frowned.

He pulled her back into his arms and grabbed her chin.

“Stop acting like a child. How long are you going to keep this up?”

He paused.

“And I haven't even asked you yet. Since when have you been getting close to other men?”

Feyre froze.

She had no idea how Grant had found out about her meeting with Ryder.

“I don't know what you mean.”

She tried to deny it.

She didn't want to drag Ryder into this.

“The servant who brought you back was wearing the Winchester estate uniform. Are you interested in a mere servant now?”

Grant sneered.

“Feyre, don't be naive. This world isn't as simple as you think. You were lucky to meet me. Other men won't be nice like me. And stooping so low to a mere servant? What are you thinking?”

Feyre smiled bitterly, of course he thought she was with another servant. Grant wouldn't think she would get the attention of a powerful person like Ryder.

“I ran into the Winchester servants on my way back. They offered me a change of clothes and to drop me off, That's all.”

Feyre kept her voice calm.

Grant eyed her, he then nodded.

“Get some rest. Tomorrow, you're coming with me to a dinner.”

His tone softened, but his eyes remained sharp.

Tomorrow's dinner was being hosted by the Alpha of the pack.

He hoped that would placate Feyre and keep her calm.

“Master Phillips, I've already quit.”

Feyre's voice was firm.

A bad feeling was growing inside her.

“Your resignation was rejected. Be at work on time.”

Grant pinched her cheek.

“You want to study at the Imperial Academy, right? There are only a limited number of slots given to our pack's training center. I think there's only one spot left.”