Hamlet yanked back the girl's hair from behind, pulling her head and pressing the blade tighter against her neck.
I channeled my Ether into the Ring of Solomon and activated the [Ruler's Authority] enchantment to its full extent. A wave of pressure and intimidation erupted from every fiber of my being, bearing down on the girl and crushing her will beneath my aura.
My gaze was icy as I stared at her.
"Who the fuck are you?"
Initially, I had no thoughts of overreacting to this extent. I'd planned to remain level-headed and mask my agitation behind a heavy facade.
I didn't know who the girl was, what she wanted, or even how she got in. And in a time when it seemed my world was coming undone at the seams around me, I was feverishly on edge against any possibility.
Even still, I had a few guesses about the girl's identity. One of them was the reason I started leaving Hamlet behind in my room whenever I was away—to find the culprit who left me the letter.
