And issued a command that stopped my heart.
"Burn it."
I watched in horror as Duoduo was kicked into a room. The door slammed shut behind him.
A lit lighter arced through the air.
Disappeared into the darkness.
The fire roared to life. Shrill meows became agonizing screams—
Then silence.
Something inside me *snapped.*
I scrambled off the floor, lunging at Summer with feral desperation. But before I could reach her, Paul's shoe connected with my ribs, sending me crashing back down.
"Restrain her," he ordered, voice flat.
More bodyguards swarmed in, pinning my limbs to the cold marble.
Emboldened by his support, Summer abandoned all pretense. She slapped me—backhand, forehand—her rings slicing into my cheekbone. Then she grabbed a fistful of my hair and yanked my head back, forcing my eyes to the screen.
The charred remains of the room. Blackened walls. Ash drifting through the frame.
Duoduo was gone.
"Hmph." Summer crouched beside me. "You didn't really think you were still the precious eldest daughter of the Simmons family, did you?"
Her lips brushed my ear. A venomous whisper meant only for me.