Cronan’s POV
“Emelie is just a slave! Nothing more!” Cortez had a vein sticking out of his head, his throat. He looked like he’d kill me if he had the capability.
I’d had just about enough of his bullshit.
The entire ride he’d insisted that Emelie is, and I quote: “Nothing”.
He was lying through his teeth.
I could tell by how angry he was getting, defensive.
If Emelie was of no importance, why did he look about ready to pop?
Pulling over on the shoulder of the highway I was on, I pushed his door open, pushing him out. “What are you doing?” he asked, glancing back at me as he stood there, dressed in nothing but boxers, glaring down at me. He looked almost relieved, like he thought I might just leave him there.
When I got out of the car, stuffing my
