He took a deep breath and slowly said, “I came here to tell you to leave.” 

I let out a cold laugh. “Leave? Why should I?” 

Blair hesitated. “Because if you don’t, things will end badly. You’ll die.” 

His words were strange, but something about them made me feel certain that he must have been reborn, too. 

Was that why he had shown me mercy today? 

Too bad I didn’t need his pity. 

Blair went on, “I know you hate Ms. Maisie. But staying alive matters more than getting revenge. Dusty was just a low-ranking beast servant. He’s dead, and that’s that. It’s not worth losing your life over him.” 

I clenched my fists and cut him off. “Dusty wasn’t some lowly servant! All of you owe me, and I will make sure you pay me back—every bit of it!” 

With that, I turned around and slammed the door shut. 

Blair stood outside for a long time without leaving. 

I had nothing left to lose, so what was there to fear? 

The only thing I had now was hatred. 

Blair had barely left when Justin came storming in. 

Looking at the man in front of me—whom I once regarded as a brother—all I felt now was pure hatred. 

Smack! 

Justin slapped me hard across the face. The sting burned instantly, and the taste of blood spread in my mouth.