“You got a problem with me?”
I locked gazes with Barrett Hayward.
Invisible sparks flew in the air between us. A physical confrontation was bound to happen at any moment.
“Some things aren’t meant for just anyone to have, kid.” Barrett narrowed his eyes. “If you know what’s good for you, you better give it up right now!”
“A reminder, Mr. Hayward: Mr. Floyd’s energy stone was a personal gift from Miss Byron. Is it really all right for you to try to rob him so openly? We’re in Caldwell, not Blythwood. The Byrons are sure to find out about this later!”
An irate Iris uttered a strikingly harsh censure, but Barrett brushed her off.
“I already told you, lady. This is none of your business. So, stop trying to insert yourself into this.” His eyes grew colder and colder. “You’re gonna give up
