Stunned, Morava spun and stared right into her father's face. She blanched. Her hand up in the air, her gaze locked with her father's. He was looking at her murderously. He snatched the whip from her and slapped her again. Morava was not only humiliated once again, she was petrified. She covered her cheeks that were stinging with pain as she looked at her father, who threw the whip on the floor. "What the hell are you doing?" he roared.

Her eyes widened with shock. How did her father learn about it? She saw a trembling Ivy behind her father, whose face was all bloodied up. Ivy couldn't meet eyes...