*Vanessa’s POV*
“She hasn’t done anything!” Erik yelled to his father in my defense.
His father tutted. “She hasn’t done anything, yet. Who is to say she isn’t anything like her traitor father?”
I scoffed as I moved forward, sick of them speaking about me as though I wasn’t there. “And what of your son? You accuse me of becoming like my father when it was your son who started all of this.”
I motioned to the area around us. The place might as well be on fire by now. There were things amiss, paths trampled on, and items knocked over. The fighting and war around us was nothing short of chaos and amidst everything, Vadon stood there with his sword in hand and my father in the other.
“Let him go, Vadon. He’s done nothing against you besides—”
