The silence stretched across the mall corridor like a physical presence. Liam Blackwood stared at his five bodyguards, all groaning on the marble floor where they'd landed after my invisible force sent them flying. His face had drained of all color.
"What are you?" he whispered again, his voice barely audible.
I didn't answer immediately. Instead, I watched as understanding dawned in his eyes. This wasn't just some random nobody who'd gotten lucky. This was something far beyond his comprehension.
"Your sister still hasn't apologized," I said calmly.
Liam's gaze darted between me and his scattered men. One of the bodyguards was trying to push himself up from the floor, blood trickling from his nose. The others remained motionless, either unconscious or too stunned to move.
"This isn't possible," Liam muttered. "No one can do that."
"And yet here we are."
