“This is all your fault! I hate you!â€? Beka yelled.

Wes clenched his teeth together. “Quit screaming. And hate is a passion.â€?

“Oh I’ll show you passion.â€? Beka lunged at him, hitting his head.

“Ow! Okay! Stop it!â€? He shoved her away and wrapped his heads around his head. “Master! Get in here!â€?

Master Bill appeared within seconds. “What is it?â€?

Wes told him, “I no longer … care for this arrangement. Send her back.â€? Beka smiled happily but Master Bill was frowning.

“I can’t just send her back. It hasn’t even been a day.â€?

Wes glared. “I don’t care … she disgusts me.â€?

“Well you disgust me too.â€? Beka snapped, crossing her arms.

Master Bill sighed, “Okay, I’ll see what I can do. Are you sure, Wes?â€?

Wes stared viciously. “Do I look unsure? Or maybe my family should just go back on our money offerings if that’s easier than giving her up.â€? The threat was clear.

“Okay, I’ll get Jone.â€? Master Bill exited.

Whether Wes was a teenager or not, he had power to change things. And this was the change Beka wanted.