Seraphina Sterling's radiant eyes met the Marshal's scrutinizing gaze, her soft voice carrying a powerful presence.
"You're threatening me?" A smile remained on the Marshal's face, but the upward lilt of his tone was filled with menace.
An ordinary student, facing a Marshal like this, would have been scared pale, their thoughts a jumbled mess. But the Marshal's intimidating presence was nothing compared to Terrence Grant's—not even in the same league.
'After getting used to Terrence Grant's fury, facing the Marshal is no pressure at all!'
Seraphina Sterling was perfectly calm. She nodded lightly. "You could put it that way."
'Quite brave!' The Marshal genuinely admired Seraphina's performance. 'If it weren't for this winter camp business, they might have become friends.'
