I received a firm slap when I arrived home, greeted by my father’s fierce and glaring eyes.
“What the hell did you do this time, Yexa?” he growled.
“I didn’t do anything, Sir,” I replied emotionlessly. I did not show emotion in front of him, but inside, I wanted to scream out of extreme bitterness.
“Morganna reported you to the Conclave! She said you stole her power.”
I shook my head. “I didn’t steal anything from her, and she’s a fool. I told her to turn off all her abilities and powers before I imitated the ability we discussed,” I explained.
His eyes narrowed suspiciously at my explanation. “You better not be lying, Yexa. The Conclave does not take such accusations lightly.”
“I am not, Sir,” I retorted, my voice steady despite the threat looming over me. “Morganna must have misund
