Apex's POV
Slowly, I return the receiver to the phone's cradle, not breaking eye contact with Farran.
Farran loudly growls, and I stand, placing my fists on my desk.
Scar and my men rush in, surrounding Farran.
"Sorry, boss," Scar says, looking menacing. "The new guy downstairs let him up."
I stare at Farran, addressing my men. "I'm sure Mr. Fontaine will play nice during our conversation."
Suddenly, Farran's red eyes return to blue. He presses his lips into a thin line, morphing back into full human form.
My men fall back but don't leave.
"If the council didn't see my side of the issue," I gleefully comment. "You wouldn't be here. Am I correct?"
"Eclipse and I had a deal," he contends.
"Now you don't," I say, shrugging. "Is there anything else I can do for you, Farran?"
"I do
