DEMETRIA

“WHAT?!” I shrieked, the truth hitting me like a physical blow. “What the hell?” I whispered, still trying to process, my mind spinning.

“Be careful, Wildfire,” Marion said softly, reaching for my hand.

“Why would he do that to me?” I cried, tears spilling freely down my cheeks. “Is Mark really that cruel? Because of what?”

“Don’t cry, baby,” he murmured, his thumb brushing gently over my knuckles. “I’ve already called for his arrest. They’re bringing ...