Oliver froze for several seconds. He had been so certain that he would finally get a taste of the woman that was meant to be his that he wasn't prepared for what to say if she refused.
"You…" That confusion quickly turned to fury, his face burning red. "A bitch like you dares to defy me?! Do you not care how you tarnished the image of the Golden Vanguard?!"
Seeing where Oliver was going Michael quickly butted in. "Your threat was pretty severe. If she was part of the Bloody Rose, the faction famous for only recruiting women, you would have been beheaded on the spot."
"No one is talking to you, commoner!" Oliver retorted.
"What did you just call my Michael?!" Ava, who had stayed passive until now, felt ready to beat Oliver's face to a pulp. Since she was now of the same realm as him, there was no doubt in her mind that she could outskill him.
