The Red Wolf's Daughter (Book 3 Part 1: The Becoming of the Siran)

Chapter 18 (Edited)

"Another one," Grandpa Fernos grunted, looking at the Demon bartender. He scowled at me when I walked over and pulled my dagger out of the wall. "I said you could knock him out, not knock the drink out of my hand."

I rolled my eyes and stuffed the dagger back into my sheath. "You should have known that I would do it." I swiped the towel and tray from the bartender and cleaned up my mess.

"You didn't have to..."

"This isn't her first bar fight, Demetrius," Grandpa Fernos said. He took the drink from him and grunted out his thanks. "She does it all the time."

"Even when the other party is at fault," I said, handing it back to him after I had finished cleaning up my mess. I smiled apologetically. "I don't know where it needs to go now..."

The Demon bartender, Demetrius, took the tray from me. "I can handle that," he said. He glanced at the back door when it opened to show a man and Clarissa. "You have other stuff to handle." He nodded his head and walked away from the group as Clarissa looked around.

A look of fear and awe appeared on her face as she and the man walked over to us. Annoyance filled her eyes when they landed on me, causing me to shrug my shoulder.

"It was the guy's fault," I said. I glanced at Grandpa Fernos when he tensed beside me. 'Do you want to come over here?' I asked Tasha.

Tasha hesitated but walked over after Demetrius helped her over the bar counter. She walked over to me and sat down in a seat beside me. 'I don't trust the guy next to her,' she said.

'Neither does Grandpa Fernos.'

Tasha looked at me weirdly. 'How do you know?'

"And, how was it Oliver's fault?" the new man said. He raised an eyebrow when I scowled. "You are the one that is not supposed to be here."

'He tensed,' I replied. "I am not?" I asked, cocking my head. "What do you mean by that?"

The man scowled and narrowed his eyes at me. "You should answer my question," he warned. "It will do you no good not to."

I raised an eyebrow. "Oh?" I asked. I leaned back in the seat and placed my feet on the table. "And, why should I answer your question?"

The air around us grew tense as I talked back to this "important" man. All eyes were on both of us, and I could see that everyone was waiting for his command.

'Ky,' Tasha warned. 'Don't get into another fight.'

'But I like fighting,' I whined. I kept my eyes trained on him as wiped my mouth. The spot that I had been hit was still tender, but it wasn't still bleeding.

The man relaxed and a wide grin appeared on his face. "You are right, Brother," he said, looking at Grandpa Fernos. "She does have a mouth."

"Brother?" I asked, looking at him. I furrowed my brows in confusion. "I didn't know you had a brother."

"Half brother," Grandpa Fernos said, coldly. He scowled at him, and I could tell that he didn't like him at all. "He is my half-brother."

I raised an eyebrow but stayed silent.

"My name is Cromwell," he said, causing me to look back at him. He smiled and looked me up and down, gauging my reaction. You are Kyler, yes?"

"Kyler, Ky, bitch, I answer to all three," I said, shrugging my shoulder. I watched as the guy I knocked out groan as he woke up and sat up, running a hand through his hair.

He looked around the room confused before his eyes landed on me. "You," he growled out.

"I thought it was ye," I replied, putting my feet down and sitting correctly. I leaned forward and watched the male before me, ready to defend myself if necessary. "But, what about me?"