#Chapter 72: Extreme Measures

Agnes Elijah’s words left my head reeling. “You… sent them away?” I found myself asking. I wasn’t sure why exactly, but for some reason, I couldn’t quite bring myself to fully believe it. Maybe it was because no one in my life, not even my own parents, had ever bothered to go to such lengths for me. He simply shrugged one shoulder and sipped his drink. “They deserved it. They were a couple of assholes.” I almost snorted at that, but he wasn’t done. “I’m proud of you,” he continued, setting aside his glass again. “You stood your ground back there. Those old men needed to hear it, and you didn’t back down. It’s an admirable quality in a Luna.” I felt a flush creep up my neck at the unexpected praise. I thought I was going to be scolded for not holding my tongue, but Elijah just seemed glad for the entire incident. “It wasn’t really a big deal,” I murmured with a wave of my hand, glancing down at my lap. “I dealt with tons of customers like that