Ember Frost’s POV

Axel forced himself to straighten his back.

“I know people don’t like me,” he said quickly. “I’m strict. I don’t talk much. Fine. But don’t throw this kind of filth at me just because you’re angry.”

The more he spoke, the faster his words came.

“I’ve fought beside these people for years. We’ve bled together. Nearly died together.” His eyes moved around the room. “They know me.”

His voice cracked slightly.

“I’ve stood with this team ...