What the hell is that supposed to mean, Debra?” Janiya clearly thought that I was provoking her. She glared at me, her face turning livid.
“Who do you think you are? You want to take this ring from me?”
Caleb was also surprised
For the first time today, he actually looked at me.
I was so angry that my mother’s belongings had been sold, but I didn’t want to explain myself. So I simply said in a tough tone, “I’m sorry, but I need to have this ring. Sir, how much is it? Name your price.”
“I said I wanted the ring first. You can’t just take it from me!”
Janiya went hysteric, shouting at me like a spoiled child.
“Debra, you’re so damn unreasonable!”
But I just ignored her. “Sir, just name your price please. I want this ring.”
“Honey, do something!” Janiya was so angry that she stomped her foot.
She held Caleb’s arm and whined, “I wanted the ring first! How dare she fight me for it? Honey, help me! I want this ring!”
Perhaps the owner didn’t expect that we would fight over this ring, because looked both surprised and delighted. Eyes gleaming, he suggested, “Ladies, how about you name a price? The one with the higher bid will get it.”
Hearing this, Janiya immediately pouted and tugged at Caleb’s hand.
“Honey, I want it! Please! I want it to be my wedding ring.”
Finally, Caleb opened his mouth and said in a cold, indifferent tone,
“I don’t like it.”
Debra’s POV:
“What? Why?” Janiya looked at Caleb in stunned confusion.
“The former Luna of the Silver Ridge Pack died too young and her life was tragic,” Caleb explained, stroking her hair gently.
“Maybe this ring has been tainted with her bad luck. I don’t want you to inherit her bad Luck.”
“But—” Perhaps it was because she didn’t want me to get what I wanted so easily that Janiya was unwilling to let go of the ring.
“I’ll buy you a better, more expensive ring-a unique one that represents my Love for you.” Caleb looked into her eyes sincerely.
His words were sweet as honey, which made Janiya blush shyly.
“Okay…”
Janiya plucked the ring out of the owner’s hand and tried it on.
