"Owen just lent them to me; I have to give them back eventually."
Rachel frowned, clearly reluctant to see them go. "How about I talk to your senior and ask him to let you keep them?"
Mira didn't know whether to laugh or cry. "It doesn't work like that. They're his brothers who grew up with him. They have a deep bond; he wouldn't just hand them over."
"I see. Well, that's a shame," Rachel sighed with regret.
"If anyone wanted to borrow you, Rachel, I wouldn't let them go either." Mira reached out and affectionately squeezed her arm.
"You sweet girl," she finally smiled.
"Rachel, I've noticed you're so nice to all of us, but why are you always picking on Mason?" Ronan Creed couldn't help but ask.
"Alright, alright, since you all say so, I'll take it easier on him from now on."
Having appeased Rachel, and seeing it was still early, Mira started reading. When she had left earlier, Master Ellis had given her another thick book on pharmacology. She had passed the intermediate stage and was now moving toward becoming an advanced pharmacist. The steps ahead were higher and steeper.
She hadn't been reading for long when Lenny Forbes called.
"Miss Mira, did you see the photos I sent you?"
"I haven't checked my phone yet."
"Mira, who is calling you 'Miss Mira'?" Just then, Rachel walked in with some sliced fruit. Hearing the formal address, she found it odd and asked.
"It's one of my master's people."
In the past, only the Mercer family staff called her that. Lenny and his crew worked for Master Ellis, and since Mira was an inner-circle student—which was akin to being a daughter in martial arts traditions—they addressed her as Miss Mira.

VERIFYCAPTCHA_LABEL
Comments
The readers' comments on the novel: Too Late to Hold Me Back