Craig's words made her stomach churn. Like bile rising to her throat. She actually, physically, felt like she might be sick.
If they owned Belford College, Merlina thought they might as well own the very air she breathes in, why did everything have to revolved around the Lesnar's ?
"Good. Now that you've finally shut up," he said, not bothering to mask his smirk, "we can actually do what we're here for."
Merlina sat still on the edge of the couch, arms folded, not in defiance, but as if she was trying to hold herself together. "Is it true?" she asked. "Does your father really… own Belford College?"
He snorted. "No. If he did, don't you think you'd know by now?" His head tilted, and the corners of his lips twitched. "Well… then again, you're kind of slow."
Her breath caught, but she didn't let him see that it stung. "Let's just get this tutorial over with."
