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Barkley smirked. "Not so fast. I want something in return."
Lyander finally deigned to look at him. "Oh?"
"The Western Territory."
A slow grin spread across Lyander's face, and I immediately knew this was about to get messy.
He leaned against a rusty crate, all casual arrogance, before tilting his head. "That territory is mine."
Barkley's sneer deepened. "It was mine first!" His voice rose with frustration. "You think you can just waltz in, plant your flag, and expect me to hand it over?"
Lyander shrugged, completely unbothered. "Yeah."
Barkley let out a sharp breath, nostrils flaring. "Out of respect for your father, I tried to reach out, to settle this like men. But you? You're just as arrogant as the rumors say." His gold chains glinted under the dim warehouse lights as he stepped forward. "Your father would never steal my territory."
