"I understand you're grieving, but there's no need to forge a fake blade and impersonate the Ferro heir just to cause a scene."
He waved his hand with casual dismissal, his tone edged with impatience. "Enough. Considering your filial devotion, I'll let today's antics slide."
"Toss that counterfeit stiletto into the furnace."
"Then go find Capo Yunhe, pick whatever post catches your fancy in the organization, and stay out of trouble from now on."
With that, Aldric wrapped his arm around Elara's shoulders and turned to leave.
I reached out and locked my fingers around Elara's wrist. My voice was ice. "What's the rush?"
"I don't want your post. I want you to return my master's bones and sinews."
"Then come back with me and keep him company in his grave."
Both Aldric and Elara froze.
Rosalia was the first to recover.
Eager to prove herself, she charged over and slapped me across the face, snarling, "Nara, you ungrateful wretch!"
"The Boss lets you off and you push your luck?!"
"Apologize to the Boss and his wife this instant, or I'll deal with you myself!"
She flipped her hair over her left shoulder as the last word left her mouth, already coiling for something crueler.