Abel
Money. It was always money or threats with Patrick. Millicent had lived in that tiny studio apartment, took public transportation, wore the same shoes for months until I started buying her things. She wasn't wealthy. If Patrick offered her money... or threatened to take something away...
"Just like your father used to do," Camden said quietly. "Jump to conclusions, refuse to listen to explanations, act on anger instead of facts."
I flinched like he'd struck me. "I am nothing like him."
"Aren't you?" Camden stood, brushing glass from his suit. "You just rejected your fated mate without a trial, without investigation, without even hearing her defense. Tell me how that's different from your father ordering your execution based on rumors and fear."
He left before I could formulate a
