“Are you all right?” He gestured to Adam’s injuries. Adam glanced at his bruises, unaware until then of their accompanying aches and pains.
Adam leveled him with a cold, hard stare and said nothing. Finally, the man cleared his throat and placed the bag on the edge of the bed.
“I brought you some food. My name is Grant, by the way.”
No one, especially one of Katherine’s flying monkeys, was this nice? Something was off about Grant, but Adam hadn’t put his finger on what yet. Thinking quickly, he went with it and played along. He softened his expression, less threatening, with a trace of hopeful gratitude.
“Thank you, Grant.”
His appreciation startled the young man as if surprised to hear Adam speak to him. He flashed a quick smile, all glinting white teeth. “You’re welcome, Adam.”
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