Chapter 245
- Damien
- Gray Reed’s glare is practically a living thing, slithering across the room and coiling around my neck. The man has always had a chip on his shoulder, but today, it feels like that chip’s grown into a damn boulder.
- Patrick Martin, on the other hand, is as calm and quiet as ever. His dark eyes move between us like he’s watching a tennis match he has no intention of joining until he has to.