“Hayden Davis!” He turned to the man with a beard and a moustache. The broken nose declared that this man was not at all a soft person, and the man’s rough voice and hands full of scars assured Hayden’s assumptions to be right. In the middle of all this, he wondered how this man knew his name.
Hayden just stood still, not uttering a word. He wanted to see what this man had in account for him. “Where might be the girl that was with you a few minutes ago?”
And Hayden decided to play it cool. The target was not him, it was Avelyn! “Which girl might you be referring to?”
The bearded man laughed. “Ah! You’ve forgotten the name already! Would the name ‘Avelyn’ struck a chord in your brain?”
“Ah, her! I sent her back. Why do you care so much about her?” Hayden’s voice was heavy with sarcasm,
