Taming His Fragile Alpha
' But yeah, I didn't dare to say that out loud.
"An excuse is the language of the weak," Kei said coldly, tapping his wooden training stick against his leather boot. "Out here, a delay of three minutes means your throat is cut before you can draw your weapon. Look at me when I speak to you."
I forced my chin up, my face flushing with heat.
Kei’s eyes locked onto mine, and then, his gaze drifted downward, deliberately staring at the pocket where the dagger was hidden. A faint, unreadable smirk played at the edge of his lips. "I see you brought the study materials I left for you."