Elena POV

“I’m still strong enough to hand your ass to you, insolent boy.” The shop owner retorted, gritting his teeth at the new guest.

“I’m no boy.” The man laughed, a sound that came from deep within his chest and reverberated round the shop. “I’m in my fifties now.”

He rubbed his hand on his beard free chin declaring with an air of satisfaction, “In fact most people are starting to call me old.”

“That’s because you’re old.” The shop owner snapped back, ...