Chapter Twenty-Three
Caleb
Tension coiled in every muscle as I came to a stop in front of the man who I knew to be Lance Wallace, if only because his gaze never left Ella the entire time I approached him. Crossing the warehouse, I had no awareness of our audience. My sole focus was the scum of the earth man standing there.
This man who got off on keeping Ella on edge, on scaring her, on trying to make her think he had some kind of hold on her. Cold fury was knotted in my chest. Stopping in front of him, I looked him up and down. He was the kind a guy most people couldn’t stand. He gave off an arrogant, shady vibe. He was thin and wiry, his eyes a flat brown.
Knowing he worked in academics, I sensed he thought he was above most people. Perhaps he was in intellect, but he was a f*****g a
