Amara's POV
Rupert spoke with polite deference, "He's crashed in my garage. Should I treat him to dinner before sending him packing, or would you rather I shake him awake and boot him out the moment we get back?"
I honestly hadn't anticipated that Anubis, despite being a elite assassin, would prove so perceptive.
He'd thrown away every shred of dignity.
Rupert continued chatting while navigating traffic, "Truth is, I never meant any harm from the beginning. Mr. Driver and I clicked right away - had an amazing chat.
"And Ms. Dalton, the instant I laid eyes on you, I could sense your remarkable presence and knew you had to be brilliant at everything - academics, combat, the works. Recent events confirmed my instincts. You aced the school's monthly rankings, leaving everyone stunned.
"Sadly, I was too dense to appreciate your caliber. I foolishly believed my pathetic abilities could compete with yours - completely my mistake. Luckily, you showed mercy."
I stayed quiet.
