Chapter 230

The man gave the bag a single bored glance. ‘It’s just a bag. You want us to pay for that?’ Yvaine snorted. ‘That’s not the point. Maybe teach him to keep his hands off other people’s things. And an apology wouldn’t kill you.’ ‘He’s just a kid. Why are you going after a kid? I’m a VIP here. You’d think my son has the right to sit in a restaurant. If you don’t like it, go sit somewhere else.’ I frowned. Where was the logic in that? Because he was a VIP, so his kid could get away with anything? ‘He’s a kid. Fine. But you’re not. Apologise,’ I said. ‘And your kid disrupted our table, not the other way around. Why should we move?’ The guy’s voice shot up. ‘You’re disrupting my meal now! Raising your voice and bothering everyone—’ I glanced around. The restaurant was almost empty. His wife piped up. ‘You’re seriously picking on a five-year-old? Pathetic.’ The kid stuck his tongue out at us. Yvaine reached into her bag, froze. ‘Where the hell is it? I swear I packed it.’ ‘What’s missing?’ I