Freddy paused with his hand on the door handle. “Miss Umbra,” he greeted as politely as he could. “I would have preferred you knocked.”She smirked. “If you wanted me to knock, you should have locked the door.”“I did lock the door,” he said, pointing to the lock she broke with a kick.Emily shrugged. “Well, you clearly didn’t lock it hard enough.”Maybe it was the fatigue from today’s events, or the fact he found her horrifyingly attractive, but that almost made him laugh. Almost. But the current situation was no laughing matter. Emily Umbra was an extremely powerful individual with an even more impressive background—and she was a bully, at that.There was no doubt in Freddy’s mind that she was here for one reason—to get her hands on the city of Repentawa. The marriage offer the adjudicator mentioned was nothing but her method of choice. Sighing for the umpteenth time that day, he gestured to the chair. “Please, have a seat. I’ll call on the servants.”“No need for that,” she said as she pointed an open palm at the chair. A shadowy tendril extended towards it, grasping it to pull it over to her. Then, she sat on the chair, crossing her legs and arms. “I’m not the type to waste my time beating around the bush. You know why I’m here.”Freddy couldn’t resist the low-hanging fruit. “You quite literally waited for everyone else to finish talking to me before you came here. If that isn’t wasting time, then I don’t (...)