Chapter 155 His Attitude

• Rook POV
• I should have known he’d run. It’s Mercer. Running is practically his second nature. I gave him space for one damn second, and now here I am, standing in front of him again, watching him dig his heels in like the stubborn bastard he is.
• His jaw is set, his arms crossed over his chest, his eyes dark and unyielding as he stares me down. He’s daring me to push him, to give him a reason to throw a punch or bolt again.