Chapter 112: What Girls?

Keenan Warth's lips twitched. Atreus Lyson's warning flashed through his mind, and a stab of fear slid across his eyes. He forced himself to speak anyway. "Kind of. He's a college classmate, but… we're not that close." "That little bastard actually dared to hit me. I'm going to kill him!" Briar Warth clutched his stomach, which still throbbed with a dull ache. The venom in his gaze practically spilled over. "Tomorrow, you go dig up every last detail about that punk. I'm going to make him understand...