Shady

Jerica hesitated, not sure what that meant. “I project competence, that’s what.” What a ridiculous thing to say.

She glared. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

Biryn took a step backward and nodded towards the way they’d been running. “Get.”

“Says who?” She drew herself up, even though it felt ridiculous with how much smaller she was than both of them. “You don’t even know me. I’m capable.”

Biryn looked at her coldly for a long moment, then glanced at the boy, then back at the girl. “Yes. But if I catch you back on here — and ...

“They’re not gonna sue me because you’re not gonna be on my property.”

Biryn rolled his eyes again. “Again, I’m responsible for what happens on my personal property. If you get hurt while you’re here — I don’t know fall out of a ...

“No it didn’t.” Biryn rolled his eyes. “Just because he lived out of state didn’t mean it was public property. And I do live here now.”

“So? That doesn’t mean anything.”

Jerica lifted her chin, getting annoyed she was having to defend herself. “I’ll be fine; I’m not stupid.”

“No, it’s not okay,” he countered, turning his gaze on her. “‘Goof around’ somewhere else where you’re not my problem.”

Biryn raised an eyebrow, looking at him coldly. “This is my property — which is why I want to know what the hell you two think you’re doing on it. ...

Biryn stepped off his Gator swiftly to stalk over to them, expression pissy. “And what in the hell were you kids doing?”

Biryn decided to let the boy go and cut off the girl and her brother. He came to an abrupt stop, directly in their paths. “Stop running.”

Biryn swung around to be sure he wouldn’t hit them but was doing his best to head them off.