"The next time you slip up like that and let your untrained anger clash with our union, I wouldn't take it so leniently," he warned.
"Thank you," I muttered, "Prick," I said under my breath.
"What was that?" He frowned.
"Nothing, I'm just so emotional with gratefulness," I muttered, mockingly.
He frowned, "Just don't try such nonsense again," he warned.
I got off my knees with such haste once he said that, dusting them off before approaching my aunt Kira, still trying to find some sort of peace even after she slapped me in front of this brute.
Yet, she had the effrontery to ignore me with a scoff and walked off. I looked over my shoulder to glare at Arthur before following her out.
"Aunt Kira!" I called out as she stormed through the large hallway, walking the fastest I had ever seen her, "Can we at least talk? What do you possibly–"
