Sabrina did not waver at the old Master Shaw's ferocious roar. She simply looked at him calmly with sorrow beyond deion in her voice as she responded, "So I'm guessing that the old Master Shaw has something on me, then? You wouldn't have the nerves to be this forceful otherwise, would you?"

"And I am guessing you already know what I have on you?" he deadpanned.

"No, I don't, actually."

What could he possibly do to hurt her? What a joke! Even if he claimed to have proof, it could only be fabri