ITHRA’S POV

I was dressed in a mini black ball gown and waiting to be dragged to the altar. 

Because that was the only way I’d step my foot out of this prison. 

I heard the sound of the door click and I turned around to meet the face of the one who ruined my life - Or was about to ruin my life. 

“How dare you appear before me?” The words were out of my mouth before I could stop myself. 

“Calla.” He called softly, closing the door behind him and headed for me. “Are you still being difficult?” 

Difficult? He thought I was being difficult? The hell?!

“Let...