As the fire roared to life, Monica appeared out of nowhere and, without saying a word, kicked one of the boxes. Embers and ash scattered, some even landing on her, but she only smiled.
I narrowed my eyes. “What are you doing, Monica?”
“Oh, sorry! I just slipped. I didn’t mean to do it.” She acted innocent, her smile unwavering. “Wait, are these things from Trent? Why are you burning them? Did you finally realize how useless you are to him?”
I raised a brow. “Excuse me?”
“I’m just saying... You couldn’t even protect your mother back then. You know, when she died? You were so useless.”
“How could you utter my mother with your filthy mouth?”
A fire hotter than the flames before me ignited in my chest. Without thinking, I slapped her across the face. It wasn’t even that hard, but she fell straight into the fire.
I blinked in surprise. I hadn’t expected it, but before I could react, a figure rushed forward, knocking me to the ground as he caught Monica in his arms.
I thought my heart couldn’t shatter anymore, but it did—especially when Trent turned on me with a snarl.