I had never seen such anger out of a single person before, but as she lifted me by the front of my shirt, I realized I had gotten myself into a bad situation.

"You listen and You listen good, little Belikov," her voice was so low it was barely above a whisper but it was in such a tone that even I shrunk back in fear, "You don't know anything about me or who your father used to be. As for the marks on my neck, they don't mean everything. You will learn in time maybe next time you'll think before you react," with that she dropped me and with that she turned and left me to the mercy of a very angry Dmitri Belikov.

"Angela, the reason we are here is for you to learn from the best not to interfere with what is in the past. Your maturity level is unacceptable. Guardian Hathaway might be your mentor, but I am your father. After our meeting with the headmistress, you will run 5 miles. After doing so, you will do 300 sit ups and 300 pushups. If you can still move after that you will go and apologize to Guardian Hathaway!"

As I started opening my mouth to complain I realized that Dad was gone. Instead I would have to deal with the famous Dmitri Belikov for the next few hours with little to no sleep.

"Yes, Guardian Belikov," I snapped angrily as I entered the Academy doors. Since it was noon in the human world, the Academy was silent. There were no rumors being whispered of the mysterious new student. Okay, so I might be exaggerating a little; I tend to do that a lot, but what do you expect when you have a hard ass father!

"Another thing, you will refer to me as Guardian Belikov in every public setting. I was unsure of whether or not this was necessary, but your obvious lack of maturity has shown it is needed," his voice stung me like a knife, but I refused to hang my head in shame to him.

"Understood, Guardian Belikov," I snapped at him and let him see the anger in my eyes

It didn't matter what he thought anymore. This wasn't for him; I will surpass him. As we reached the headmistress's office I noticed that again we were joined by Guardian Hathaway as well as another student.

"Guardian Belikov, it's great to see you again! Hello, Angela, I remember you when you were born. Pity Dmitri didn't let us train you from the get go," she extended her hand to me and I shook it, but by now, I already didn't like her.

First, she said she remembers me for seventeen years ago. Big freaking deal. Then she insults my father's choice to train me in Russia.

"This will be your guide around the school. Andrick is the top of the class and was more than willing to show his competition the ropes," she offered me kindly

"Well, as kind as your offer is, I have a five mile run, 300 pushups and 300 crunches to finish before class starts," I smirked at the look on all their faces except my fathers

"Me being her mentor means that I am in charge of that Belikov. It is not so that you can interfere with my training techniques!" I giggled at her reaction. That is until I saw my father letting his temper lash out.

"What I do with my daughter is none of your concern," he said no more, but this time my temper flared and I spoke up.

"Do you know why we left Russia? I bet you think you know it all, Hathaway. I bet you think 'Oh, poor me, Dmitri Belikov broke my heart, boo hoo.' But I know all about who Andrick's father is and the fact that he's your son. It's obvious in your mannerisms. I know all about how you're stuck here protecting the last Dragonmir Princess because she refuses to leave her precious little family. I know you think my father wasted his time raising me while you left your son to be raised by the Academy, just like your mother!" I was breathing heavy, the hate I felt for this woman I had just met coursed through my veins.

She made my father hate me, call me immature, and make me do a suicide work out. She had been given a chance when he left and she hates him for it, and she hates me just because I am something she could never have given him.

"You do your research Belikov, I'll give you that, but next time you go to insult my intelligence of your mommy situation, I'll give you something to scream about!" Our glares met each other's, but then I realized she was no longer glaring at me.

"Now, Angela, you have a mission to complete," his voice was a dangerous venomous whisper but for the first time today it wasn't directed at me.