Penniless Girl? She Is The Genius Healer

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, and don't make this har

a small, cheap velvet pouch of Glowgold across the polished wood with the tip of his finger. The sound was ch

aded jeans. I didn't let go of my seven-year-old brother's hand. Greyson's fin

Hobart said, his voice coated in a false generosity that made my stomach clench. "Considering your disgrace

iz is far more beneficial for me. There are five hundred Glowgold coins in that pouch. You two need t

tically a street urchin. And Greyson hasn't even displayed hi

ared his teeth at Hobart like an ang

his head, a silent

gical younger sister, walked in with an angelic, practiced smile. She wore the sky-blue t

his so difficult for Uncle Hobart? He spent all morning talking to the Council of Magic clerks

d hands toward my forearm as if to offer co

ng through her practiced veneer before she smoothly lowered her arms. She had been

breath on them, Emmie. Once your placement at Azure Gale is finalized, your late mother's entire estate and vau

dead quiet of the drawing room, that so

ing, Cristina?"

lieve he loves you? You are completely blind to the fact that he only adopted you because you are docile and easily manipulated. You're nothing but a convenient

ed pale with utter humiliation, her hands trembling. "You

ake the temperature in the room plummet. Emmie gasped, taking a fearful step back. I walked toward the h

It hit the floorboards with a violent thud, the drawstring snapping open. The Glowgo

an untouchable calm. "I will raise Greyson myself. And we won't take a single copper of

a blotchy red, utterly baffled

. I turned, took Greyson

ay, I flicked my fingers subtly by my side, sendi

violent crack echoed from inside, followed instantly by Hobart's sputte

hrough the thick wood. "Your chair just shattere

ring rage. "She didn't even take out her wand! How could that low-c

down the stairs, feeling nothing but the c

ir hit my face. Greyson looked up at me, his smal

ually wanted," I sai

t. It belonged to Collins Black. I needed a place to

hop for Greyson. I pulled the hood of my oversized sweatshirt lower, blending into the grimy alleyway.

ic lines that didn't belong in this rotting neighborhood, floating three inches above the wet stones without

at fell past his knees, cut from high-grade chimera hide that shed the falling drizzle like liquid mercury. His dark

e air feel thin. He was the supreme commander of Aegis, radiating t

across the crowded st

t flinch. I stared back, meeting his unseen gaze with a hard, indifferent look of my own, completely immune to his intimidation. Over the past three years in the und

y wrong. Thanks to a passive auditory enhancement charm I always kept active, combined with senses honed to leth

king trace for the Saint Hand went dead right in this sector. But a legend

. His evaluation was swift and condescending. To him, I wa

e workshop and hugged

ssing us completely as a r

unting for a ghost, completely unaware that the very phantom he sought was watching him from the shadows. I trac