“And we came to find out,” Asher finishes with a friendly grin, but then he turns to Billy and his smile turns sharklike. “What’s your name?” “Erm, Billy,” he stutters out, holding his hands up. “I meant no harm, she said—” “Oh, I can imagine what she said,” Cyrus snarls and throws me a glare. “But we will deal with her later. However, you, Billy, touched what’s ours.”
