112.Chapter 112

Alba's hands trembled as she stared at the one hundred dollars, her blood boiling. For a wild moment, she imagined teleporting to Silas just to deliver a stinging slap across his smug face. Fuming and cursing, she stormed back home.

"God, Silas's the worst," she muttered, kicking at the sidewalk. "No shock he's still single—who'd put up with that stingy ass? A hundred bucks? A hundred?"

Her voice