Outing [4]

"Tools you say?" Silas finally asked with a slightly curious tone before a sneer showed on his face.

"You're wrong. I'm afraid you might be mistaken in so many ways, and you don't even know it. There was a saying back where I came from." He smirked wryly and looked up.

"Power... Real power, does not come to those who are born talented. No. It comes to those who are willing to do anything to achieve it." 

"What does that have to do with what I'm saying?" Ivy raised a brow while folding her arms. Silas could almost feel the mockery of her stare prickling at his skin.

"You think I didn't realize Nymira could hear us when I spoke earlier?" Silas asked while looking to the side, his stare so dominant that it immediately made Ivy stare at the ground as a shudder crawled down her back like a hundred squirming centipedes.