Alistair frowned. "What do you mean by that?"
Eugene merely smiled. However, what was creepy was that he did so in the direction Atticus, Daphne, and Nathaniel were hiding in. His line of sight directly met with Daphne's, causing her to break out in cold sweat.
"Hmm… I wonder what," he mused. Whistling, Eugene pulled out a dagger, swinging it around his index finger by the small hoop attached to the handle. "How many sisters do you have that are dubbed useless, Prince Alistair? Surely you don't come from a family of failures."
"You can't possibly be referring to Daphne," Alistair said, scoffing. He folded his arms across his chest, his nose wrinkling as the skin between his eyebrows creased. "The sky would sooner fall than for her to be useful."
