“You’re the bastard son,” I say coldly. I never cared about that, but I’m bitterly angry at Oran and I want to hurt him like he hurt me. “This empire is ten times the size it was under grandfather because of my dad. He’s the one who built it up to where it is today. You didn’t do that. You couldn’t.” “You have no idea what I can do, girl,” Oran hisses.
