Ryan's POV

　　In disbelief, I glanced between Naga and Myra. Naga had launched herself to the table, but Myra swiftly managed to snap the little box of sweet tea on the table. She backed away, keeping the box at a safe distance from Naga. She reacted with hissing and low threats, but the situation quickly turned.

　　Myra had rolled her eyes, walked to the window, and opened it. She gave Naga a last look; both brows lifted as she paused. The old lady did not have it; ...