Magnus didn't raise his voice. He didn't do what others adult did in the slums, raising their voice, yelling or even breaking the glass of alcohol to the table and struck her with it. His anger was quiet and somehow she who was more accustomed to anger that was brewed with violence felt more fearful of his calm anger. He seemed to be thinking, his expression studied by her alarmed eyes.
"I understand we can disagree with many things," Magnus said to her first. "But I do think we should agree together in ways where I wouldn't want you to be hurt. I don't want to demean you or tell you for being weak but you are not stronger when compared to my aunt. You might have forgotten but she is a dragon. Us dragons, will take no time at all when it comes to killing."
Elle pursed her lips. She could hear his words but her heart felt more weary even though he hadn't admonish her greatly.
