VALTOR

“After what he did to you, you still need to reach out?” My voice sharpened, fury rising as I cornered Winter against the wall.

“It’s none of your business, Valtor,” she shot back, clutching the paper she had just snatched from my hand.

“No?” I growl.

My palms slam against the wall on either side of her head, caging her body.

“As long as you’re under my roof, everything you do is my business. You came to me after that man destroyed you, and now you’re ...