"David, please see them in. Amor, please?" Madeleine said, beckoning for Amor to catch the two escaping brats, Ethan and Trevor, who were inching towards the door with exaggerated stealth. "Don't let those two troublemakers think they can run off again!"
Amor just sighed in fatigue and flashed from his seat. The next second, he was holding two oversized teenagers by the back of their collars and dragging them towards their seats, beside their mother.
"Where do you think you were going?" Madeleine asked in a chilly voice, bringing back memories of her gruesome training sessions.
"After this, you two will be using Sync and sparring for two hours with no protection." She declared with a mad glinting, causing the cold-blooded Primogenitors to shiver in fear.
""This is all your fault!""
