Chapter 9

As promised? Ofcourse, why didn't I think of it before? They are also warlocks and so are there younger brothers, they knew I was a fire slifer almost as soon as Jason did. I wonder why they still tired to take me on in the alleyway, I guess they are just plain stupid. I really should've been more careful cloaking my smell. "Yes, she will do quite nicely," the king says as if I were some prized horse someone had just gifted him. He steps off his throne dragging his long cape behind him. So out tax money goes to buying matching capes for him and his son, wonderful. He might actually look regal if I didn't hate his guts. He walks towards me and brings my eyes to meet his with two fingers on my chin, tilting my face towards his as I glare at him with as much hate and ferocity that I can muster.