Her words hit me like a gunshot straight to the chest.
Expelled…
I didn't even bother looking at her again. I just kept my eyes forward, trying not to let the tightness in my chest show on my face.
"Good luck, big brother~."
Her grin burned into the corner of my vision, mocking and sharp. She didn't wait for a reply. She simply sauntered back to the corner she had been standing in before, like nothing had happened, like she hadn't just put a knife at my throat without even touching me.
"Ah, shit," I muttered under my breath, finally letting out what I'd been holding in.
Just what I feared most had happened, I'd drawn the wrong kind of attention.
This was the reality of power. The kind of power I didn't have. The kind of power I had lost.
My past reputation as Frank Nether's son? Worthless. My family name? Even more worthless.
