Chapter 47

“You whore!”

Emilia looked up from where she was squeezing her tunic and gowns in her trunk to see Octavius storm into her room with rage clearly etched out on his face. His face was red and his hair stood out on ends. He advanced towards her like a mad man with his fists clenched at his sides.

“What do you mean by that?” she asked with barely restrained anger. She struggled to keep her own hands by her side when she itched so hard to hit him across his face till his nose bleed.

“You deceived me! Why did you lie to me about going to Intavia? How long have you been seeing Helos, ehn?!”

“What are you talking about you scum?”

“Scum?!” he laughed without humor. “Scum? Is that what your defense is? How long have you been fucking Helos?”

The fragile gates holding her rage back broke. She reared back and hit him hard across the face. “How dare?! By the gods where did you get such a stupid idea from?” she yelled.