"Why did you stop me from going with them?" Mira asked, still a little uncomfortable and wary of Sam.
She couldn't digest the fact that he was her younger brother. She didn't even know how to interact with him or how she should address him.
"Why are you being so guarded? I won't hurt you; you are still my sister after all," Sam said and tried to pat her head. She tried to avoid it, but Sam still managed to pat her.
Her expression remained indifferent, but Sam could see her face was a little red. "Stay with me, okay? I will not let those Flareheart bastards hurt you. Do you trust me?"
Mira didn't answer his question.
"Fine," Sam rolled his eyes. "As for why I didn't send you along with them, I might have a way to return your lost potential back to you."
"Are you speaking the truth? Why should I believe you?" Mira thought that as the son of that bastard, Sam must also be just like him.
