"Trash like Liam Knight doesn't deserve to breathe the same air as talents like you, Young Master Blackthorne," Zaria Beaumont said with a simpering smile.
Dashiell Blackthorne's head snapped toward her, his dark eyes narrowing dangerously.
"What did you just call me?" he growled, stepping closer to Zaria.
She paled instantly, realizing her mistake. "No! Not you, Young Master! I meant him—" she pointed frantically at me "—Liam Knight is trash. You're magnificent!"
I almost laughed at the panic on her face. The tension in Dashiell's shoulders eased slightly as his bruised ego recovered.
"Of course," he replied smoothly, though his eyes remained cold. "I misunderstood."
Zaria nodded eagerly, relief washing over her features. "Knight is nothing. A nobody who somehow stumbled into our world. Unlike you—an Inner Strength Master from the illustrious Blackthorne family!"
