"It’s not just a few dirty looks," Zerion counters. "It’s constant contempt, massacres, food withheld." His eyes narrow and one corner of his mouth lifts in an arrogant gesture. "But remember, we are many more and we’re gathering. More and more are daring to cross the Twisted Forest to find us. You’ll run out of Halfbloods to use like they’re nothing, and one day they’ll come to your doors demanding answers."
"Oh yeah?" Cassian responds with equal arrogance. "And what will you do? Kill us? You don’t have the means."
"It’s only a matter of time before we find a way."
My jaw practically hits the floor. Honestly, if I had to choose, I’d definitely board the Halfblood’s ship, but I think threatening the one hosting you at his table is a bit reckless. Nervous, I squirm in my seat, wanting to
