Chapitre 386: Hurt And Humiliated

Arlan's chuckle had a wicked edge to it as he spoke, "What if I refuse? That old man is in agony, and I possess the expertise to swiftly end his suffering. But for a murderer like him, I intend to ensure his demise is agonizing, drawn out to its last painful breath," his gaze pierced through Oriana's soul, and his voice, cold and deep, carried a menacing threat that resonated in her ears. "Just you wait and watch, Oriana Verner."

Gritting her teeth, Oriana clenched his collar, her eyes locked onto his with a searing intensity. "You'd best steer clear of my grandpa if you wish to avoid getting hurt. You might be a Prince with power in these parts, but you have no idea who I am. I am capable enough to hurt you in a way you won't even be able to imagine."

Her new found identity that she was a witch, was enough to give her confidence that she could deal with these humans. She never wished to use it but this vicious man in front of her was adamant on making her show it.