Cyrus’s POV-
The moment Ember teleported into the corridor, I knew something was wrong. She was breathing heavily, and she still ran over to me. I was worried and concerned about her, but the second I noticed her arms, a burning rage ignited inside me. Who the hell had gripped her hard enough that she bruised?
I rushed over to her and pulled her into my arms, as I couldn’t stop the flurry of questions coming out of my mouth, “What happened? Why do you have finger-shaped bruises on your arms? Who did this to you?”
“Prince Cyrus, please let the poor girl speak,” the principal said.
I growled at him. How dare he tell me what to do? Ember is my mate. It’s my responsibility to protect her. Right now, I have failed her, so I will damn well sure to make sure that the individuals that hurt
