“Of all the pigheaded things, THIS has got to take the cake!”
I shrink down in my seat, warily watching Ian as he paces back and forth in his living room. He’s been back for only about ten minutes now and I have never seen him in such a state before. The older male hasn’t even taken off his gloves or scarf yet and his nice jacket is thrown haphazardly over the back of the recliner. His hair is sticking up in random directions as he keeps running his fingers through the strands as he moves.
“Do you even understand how dangerous this is?” Ian snaps, his hands wave for emphasis. “Or how much danger you’re in now because of this? Dammit, Jack. I ASKED you if there was anything you wanted to tell me. I should have known when you come over to ask about the Phantom that this was the case.”
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