#Chapter 117: Sparks in the Dock

Amelia The supply dock was always noisy, crates being hauled in, guards arguing over manifests, the clang of metal echoing off the stone walls. But when Jenny’s voice rang out, sharp and cutting, the noise seemed to shrink around it. “There she is,” Jenny said, her tone dripping with venom. “The wolfless parasite herself. Crawling into my father’s bed to keep herself relevant.” The words cut through the air like a blade. Every sound in the dock faltered. Staff froze with boxes in their arms. Soldiers turned their heads. Whispers rippled almost instantly. I felt the weight of a hundred eyes pressing on me. My throat tightened. “Jenny, not here.” “Why not here?” she demanded, stepping closer. Her voice grew louder, deliberately pitched to carry. “You’ve been shameless enough everywhere else. Do you think anyone here doesn’t know what you’re doing? You think they don’t see you playing the orphan card so you can slither your way into his bed?” A murmur rolled through the crowd