Liam looked at his hands, then at the women surrounding him.
Am I forcing this on them? he wondered, a rare flicker of self-doubt crossing his mind. I'm just a guy who knows how to sear a steak and happened to land a 10,000x buff. But to them, I'm some kind of god-tier Vanguard. They're looking at me like I'm the answer to every prayer they've ever had. Is it just the family looks? The power? I hope I'm not just another 'rich guy' taking what he wants.
He looked at Midnight. The dragon girl was trembling, her sapphire hair shielding her face, but she was leaning just slightly towards him.
Fuck those Ruby Eyed guys, Liam's thoughts turned sharp. Calling her trash. Tearing off her insignia like she's a broken tool. I don't care if she tried to rob me; no one gets treated like that in my kitchen or my party. She's a refugee now, and she's under my roof.
[Mirra POV]
