"Monet!" one of the boys looked surprised, and a little afraid to see the young woman. But she only snorted, brushing past them—but not before she gave Theron a wicked flash of a grin.
Now Theron got it. It wasn't just that she wanted to maintain an image for him, but instead that she had built up an image across the entire palace, and among those under her.
She was a fierce tigress, and Theron's words seemed to remind her that if she was too casual in challenging him for the sake of her little uncle, then her perfectly curated image would come crumbling down.
It would be far easier to let others do that.
The two boys relaxed when they saw Monet slip away.
These two Theron had already seen before, and he even knew their names—a pair of twins, Kieran and Kiedran. Ironically enough, they were about Theron's age.
But their cultivation… well, it was safe to say that this was more than enough confirmation that this Tyre Clan was on the same level as the Black Clan.
