42 In Broad Daylight

Seeing the young woman walking towards him with an irate face, the boy looked away with an innocent air. Not fooled by his acting, she roughly grabbed him by the neck and lifted him off the ground with one hand.

"Where is it Ikaris?! I won't say it a third time. Where did you hide my stele?" She asked trembling with rage.

Giving up on playing the fool, the boy's face darkened and he calmly retorted, staring her straight in the eyes,

"The Stele is with me, but you'll have to kill me to get it back. Your incompetence makes you unworthy of this Stele."

"You dare!" She screamed in indignation.

The grip around his neck tightened drastically and the teen began to choke, but his expression remained firm and adamant. It was a gamble.