ORTON'S POV
“What the hell did you just say now Emrys?” I questioned.
He was confusing me right now. This wasn't about me nor even Isabella. I guess he was going to lose his cool if I dare mention her.
No response. He didn't even do as much as raise an eyebrow. He just focused on the book he was reading.
“Oh, now I see that you are ignoring me huh?” I continued, in a bid to spite him. “Father is lying in his chambers almost half dead and all you can do is sit here and do nothing?” I barked, “No wonder father always referred to you as a coward,” I snapped.
My words seemed to get at him because at that point he tossed the book aside angrily that it almost fell to the floor. “Orton, I don't have anything to say to that effect,” he answered curtly.
“Really?” I quipped. I had no reason
