"Don't tell me you are going to use your daughter as a common labourer!" William said, raising a sceptical eyebrow. He deliberately twisted Callom's words, faking a look of utter disbelief as if he couldn't fathom a father being so cruel.
The effect was instantaneous. Callom's fists clenched so tightly that the veins on his forearms bulged like coiled snakes. William could hear the audible grinding of the man's teeth from across the hall.
The air in the corridor grew heavy with the weight of Callom's suppressed spiritual pressure. William knew he had managed to truly enrage the man, yet Callom remained rooted to the spot, his body trembling with the effort of holding back.
'The old man must have given him a very stern warning,' William thought, inwardly snorting. It was the only thing preventing Callom from turning him into a red smear on the wall.
