Forty-Seven
“My uniform?” Halvard asked. “That’s impossible.”
Eira shook her head and Halvard sighed. If it was a Warlock, then he knew
exactly. Dusty, Torsten and Egil all turned their brother.
“Is it who I think it is?” Dusty asked him.
“Ashton.” Halvard said his name. “That’s the guy you’re thinking about.”
“Damn it, Halvard!” Dusty exclaimed. “I told you to get rid of his ass.”
“That’s why I sent him over there!” Halvard shouted back.
Torsten laughed hard at his brother’s response.
“Are you f*****g kidding me?!” Dusty shouted. “Do you know how f*****g retarded you sound?!”
“Boys, calm down!” Elli shouted. “Halvard, who is this guy and how dangerous is he?”
Halvard rolled his eyes at Dusty before he turned to his mother
