The one in the back pressed the earpiece against his ear and muttered under his breath. I caught a few words—
"A woman," "doesn't seem to be holding a weapon," "alone."
After a few seconds of waiting for a response, I scratched the back of my ear, watching them.
Then, they all stepped away from me.
The man in front extended his hand, gesturing toward the door. Well, at least they weren’t going to shoot me—if I was right about what Killian wanted. Or maybe I had finally hurt his pride, especially if someone from my side had followed him.
I took a step toward the door, but the man behind me pressed a gun against my back.
"My apologies, but this is just a precaution," he said. He actually sounded sorry.
I nodded. "Understandable," amusement clear in my voice.
"If you have any weapons
