"No." Alex answered without hesitation, his expression turning cold. "I think you should watch yours."
For a moment, Aeron seemed genuinely thrown.
The Alex who had arrived at the Nethum Clan had been all smiles. He'd been willing to flatter his elders and put up with their unreasonable demands while trying to establish his position. Even when threatened, he'd preferred to make jokes and find ways to turn the rules in his favor.
That man seemed to be gone.
Alex stood with his hands relaxed at his sides, the orb still resting between his fingers. He didn't puff himself up, and he didn't release his Will to compete with the elder's overwhelming strength. He simply looked at Aeron as though the man wasn't worth being afraid of.
"You know, I think I'm starting to get a pretty good understanding of how the Nethum Clan operates."
Alex glanced at the basket of weapons.
