"But..." Skylar turned the sentence with easy calm, like he was mentioning something too trivial to matter. "Trash like you isn't worth me doing it myself. I'd only dirty my hands."
He turned his head toward Josephine beside him. His voice changed at once, soft and gentle, with the kind of certainty that didn't leave room to refuse, like he was assigning the most ordinary thing in the world.
"Senior Josephine, trouble yourself for me. Teach this fool who doesn't know his place a lesson, and let him learn who he can afford to provoke and who he can't," Skylar said.
The second those words landed, the entire place fell silent. It was like time locked in place.
The howling wind cut off. The demonic aura stopped rolling. Every other sound vanished until all that remained was the sharp, hurried breathing of the people standing there.
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