Third Person's POVThe heavy glass base of the tumbler slammed onto the table, leaving a shallow dent and a dull echo."Get out there. Kneel in the front yard for an hour. Think about what you did.""Yes, Ma'am!"Alfred didn't hesitate. He stood up, marched outside, and dropped straight onto the freezing, rock-hard stone tiles.Inside, Adelaide watched Paisley's stiff posture and the way she'd handled the glass. For some reason, a chill ran down her spine.The fear was way too familiar—it was hardwired into her bones.She instinctively glanced at Craig.Sure enough, he had the same "thousand-yard stare," clearly flashing back to their traumatic training days in the Shadow Peaks.Paisley was a carbon copy of their master, Klein.Lance, however, looked perfectly fine. He was even in the mood to sip his wine.Back in the day, Klein had always said that since Adelaide and Craig were "gifted" and "built li
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