Ethan's POV
His words showed slight hesitance mixed with a bit of something sly, which I suddenly realized only I could have detected with my superior soul sense.
Was he truly so foolish? Or was he simply blinded by his need to reclaim control?
A slow and deliberate smirk curled on my lips. This will be interesting.
"Is this truly how a so-called Arcane Linguist behaves?" Though my voice was soft, it carried an unmistakable weight.
The man's gaze snapped toward me as his anger shifted into something warier.
I leaned back slightly and rested an arm against the table.
"You seem awfully bold speaking to her in such a manner."
My smirk deepened, and I let my next words sink in. "Aren't you afraid of what I will do to you?"