[Initialization complete. Host is cleared for use.]
As Chloe Sinclair felt those things surge into her mind, her body filled with power.
She lowered her gaze, then sharply kicked out a long leg.
"CRASH—"
The car door fell to the ground.
Landon Sinclair jumped, and the corner of his mouth twitched visibly as he took in the scene.
Then, he saw Chloe Sinclair standing there with her head bowed, her jet-black hair hiding her expression.
Before he could even process his confusion, he watched as his sister actually pulled a club from the trunk.
The next moment, a smile curled on her lips.
Under the orange glow of the streetlights, the girl's bangs cast a shadow over her face, hiding her eyes. But just from the sight of her thin, cold smile, the men who had climbed out of the Santana instinctively took a step back.
Chloe Sinclair looked at the men before her, the mockery in her eyes growing more intense.
"If you wanted to kill my second brother, why did you only send this bunch?"
