You were lounging by the pool, your guard approaching nervously. His hand trembled as he touched your shoulder. “Miss, I have to tell you something,” he muttered, his voice weak.

“What?” you snapped, already irritated. His answer sent a surge of anger through you. Without thinking, you stormed out of the pool, grabbed your keys, and headed straight for your father’s house.

The drive was a blur of rage, but when you arrived and walked up to the grand entrance, Yorue stood there, waiting.

“What are you doing here?” you demanded.

His calm, steady gaze met yours. “The question is, what are you doing here?”

“Move,” you growled, stepping forward, but he didn’t budge.

“You know I can’t let you do something reckless,” he replied coolly, crossing his arms.

Your anger flared even more. “Yorue, if you don’t move, I’ll make you.”

He didn’t flinch, his voice low but firm. “You can try, but you won’t win.”