“That’s right!” Keir shouted back. “It was me—”
Before he could finish, the man’s hand shot out and slapped Keir across the face. “You little brat! You dare to lay a hand on my son? Everyone in this neighborhood knows not to mess with my kid!”
Niamh’s eyes went wide with disbelief. Just as she was about to confront the man for hitting a small child, Keir launched himself forward, grabbed the man’s arm, and bit down hard.
“Aaargh!” the man howled in pain, flinging Keir a few feet away.
“You little punk! You don’t know who you’re messing with!” he roared.
Seeing this, Jareth nearly leaped out of his wheelchair. He wanted to charge over there, wrap his hands around the man’s throat, and send him straight to hell.
But just as he started to rise, Niamh was already moving. She rushed to Keir’s side, helping him up while shouting at the man, “You’re a grown man! How could you hit a child?”
Seeing Niamh take charge, Jareth settled back into his chair, content to watch.
“Are you blind? He bit me first!” the man yelled, examining his hand, which now sported a perfect set of tiny teeth marks.
Her defiance seemed to stun the man for a second, but he quickly recovered. “I’ll give you two choices,” he said, his voice dripping with menace. “One, you pay for damages. Two, you move out. Otherwise, you’re going to regret it. Understand?”
Niamh just glared at him, then picked Keir up in her arms. “Sorry,” she said, her voice full of scorn, “but I’m choosing neither.”
Just then, another mother from the playground came over and nudged Niamh. “Ms. Lynn,” she whispered, “maybe you should just pay him. Haley’s father is not someone you want to cross.”
Niamh just snorted. Even if she had the money, she wouldn’t give a dime to a bully like him.

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