“Give what back?” I snarled.

   “My bracelet, dumb-dumb,” he replied.

   “Who are you calling a dumb-dumb?”

   “Oh, have you guys known each other before?” My father questioned, but we both glared at each other and ignored his presence.

    “I don’t know what you are talking about, jerk. You didn’t hand over any bracelets to me. You must have hit your head or something.”

        He was annoying.

    “Luciana, watch your tongue.” My father roared.

   Lycaon rolled his eyes at me with a lazy sigh. “Hand it over, dummy. It’s a red bracelet with glitters around it. You picked it up from the floor, and I can smell it on you. Now,...