"If you've realized it, then leave now." Nolan made a shooing motion. "Gather evidence first, then accuse someone. I'm still kind enough to let you go. Otherwise, I'll report you to Father—let's see how he punishes you."
Melinda's expression darkened. His words were clearly a threat, but she couldn't act on it. She was not in a position to challenge Nolan.
Besides, this young man had been hiding his abilities for years and should not be underestimated. Melinda also knew she was truly on the wrong side.
Had Ragan found out, she would have faced severe punishment.
Taking a deep breath, she snorted coldly and turned to walk away.
Her steps abruptly halted as she glanced back over her right shoulder.
"Don't think I've cleared my suspicions of you. You're still the prime suspect in Zarak's death. If all the evidence points to you, don't blame me for going all out," she threatened, her tone icy.
Without another word, she continued toward the entrance of the grounds.
