Jingle.I looked at Ian. Suddenly, I chuckled.I wasn't crying, and I wasn't making a scene. All I did was chuckle softly.Ian seemed to freeze. He loosened his grip on my chin a little."My name is not Powder," I said, enunciating each word with the clearest, calmest voice I had ever used in my life.[Huh? Did she actually just fight back?][Holy crap! This just turned into an awakening arc! Run, girl!][She's dead. Mr. Hendrick hates disobedient pets. The last one who talked to him like that probably has grass three feet high on her grave.]Ian's expression darkened visibly. A storm brewed in his deep, unfathomable eyes."What did you say?""I said, my name is Rudith Summers," I said. In fact, I even lifted my chin at him despite how badly my legs were shaking. "R-U-D-I-T-H S-U-M-M-E-R-S. Did you get that, Mr. Ian Hendrick?"It was the first time I had addressed him by his full name.It wasn't 'Sir' or 'Master.'It was 'Mr. Hendrick,' an equal and distant form of address
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