@askdrakon from here
The contempt in his voice, in the way he was looking at her and in his stance, it was so obvious that she felt pathetic. Like she was no one. No one important. But she didn’t break eye contact, she gazed at him stubbornly, unafraid of his threats, although she knew that they were probable.
“Your threats are ineffective. You have limited control. Lingerin will not give permission.” she explained briefly, letting him know what she thought of his threats.
It was cold, she could feel the snow fall behind her collar, causing unpleasant shivers down her spine. She tried to stop the slight trembling but it wasn’t easy.
“Why do you refuse to take me home. We could converse. I wish to explain everything.”
“Lingerin cannot decide how I choose to raise my child. He has no say in the method of punishment I choose. And likewise, he cannot deny that Slon must pay for what he has done. The yakuza chose against killing him, but that does not mean he has already repented.”
His gaze didn’t move from Vorona’s even for a second. Faint wisps of condensation escaped his lips as he continued speaking.
“If you so badly wish to talk with me, I shall take you to my office. But you have no home here. How could you. After all you have done, you want to pretend that we are family?”
Drakon shook his head and headed towards the offices, instead of the building which belonged solely to him and previously, his family too. After entering, he removed the outer layers of clothes that protected him from the cold, then sat behind his desk, not unlike a boss who had brought an employee for a serious talk.
