Jax's mind raced with possibilities. All of them involving revenge on a certain purple-haired menace who had conveniently shown up to "enjoy the show."
"Nerith, can we lock her up and scare her for a while? Until our discussion is over?"
Nerith blinked in confusion. "You know that girl?"
Jax's smile turned vicious. The kind of smile that made enemies reconsider their life choices. "Of course. Remember the student I mentioned? Oh wait, I forgot. You've met her before. In the carriage, right?"
Recognition flickered in her crimson eyes. "Oh yeah, her. The one you called your sister before throwing her out which then you told was your student." She paused. "But are you sure you want to do that to your own student?"
"Absolutely."
Nerith turned to her father. "Father, can we arrange that?"
General Ithris considered it for a moment, stroking his chin. "Well, if she's not actually suspicious and Jax knows her personally, then I don't see why not."
