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~~IVAN~~

“What on earth do you think you are doing, boy?”

I raised my brow at my uncle, amazed at his tone, which seemed like he was talking to a kid.

Does he think that I'm a child?

“What do you mean?”

“How could you speak to me in such a manner? In the presence of a slave nonetheless?”

Oh, fuck. His face was scowled, squeezed in anger. I was almost afraid that his veins would burst.

Now wouldn't that be a good riddance for us all?

“Uncle Ivan,” I called, shaking my head, “I only pointed out what was true to you. I really won't have you coming into my quarter to disrespect my people. You don't see me doing that to you.”

“I'm your uncle, boy o!!”

“And there has to be boundaries!” My retort was angrier than I intended it to be, and it made his eyes widen. I cleared my throat and continued in a calmer tone, “forgive me for being rude. But that's how it is. Keep your rules in your quarter, and I'll handle mine how I want to. I'm not a kid"

He seemed surprised, and honestly this should b