Helios went from red to white and then back again before speaking. "Thank you for your advice, Kayla, but I suggest your friend know his role. Us Greeks do not take kindly to threats. " No matter how they fought, Kayla and Helios were both descended from Greek warriors. It would explain the temper.

Though Helios was shorter than Mads, he refused to be intimidated. An adrenaline jockey that thrived on thrills, he was aching for a fight. But the rules of a polite society forbade his urge to lash out. Posturing was pointless.

One couldn't help but notice the irony of such anger in a store made for selling treats used to make people happy.