Ember Frost’s POV

Slamming the door and walking out would’ve felt incredibly satisfying.

Too bad my parents didn’t see things the same way.

My father let out a humorless laugh before fixing me with a hard stare. “So let me get this straight: you confronted the principal, and you threatened him? Sweetheart, that is the last thing a well-behaved student should ever do.”

My mother didn’t need to speak. One look from her and I knew she wasn’t on my side either.

I swallowed and ...