Her tone carried no anger, no mockery, only utter disinterest. As though Morgana Frost were nothing more than a buzzing insect.
Morgana Frost's face flushed crimson, her chest heaving. Every word she threw out was effortlessly blocked, brushed aside, made meaningless.
She had never encountered someone like this.
"Do you know the consequences of offending me?" she hissed.
Zora finally turned her head.
Her eyes lifted slowly, calm and bright. A faint, provocative smile curved her lips, delicate yet sharp, like a blade catching the light. "Do you want a beating?"
The moment those words fell, Morgana Frost froze.
She had been threatening Zora just seconds ago, yet in the blink of an eye, the threat had been turned back on her. Clean. Sharp. Merciless.
The onlookers around them paused, then their expressions shifted into barely concealed amusement.
On ordinary days, it was always Morgana Frost trampling others underfoot. Watching her stumble like this was a rare spectacle.
