Apollo
The man across from me raised an eyebrow, repeating my words slowly. “Touch what is yours?”
He looked surprised, almost confused, as though the very idea were both impossible and foolish.
Grayson drew in a deep breath, steadying himself. “With all due respect, Mr. Reed, I’ve been in this world long enough to know who to challenge and who to avoid. And of all people, I would never dare cross the Reeds, especially you, the man everyone fears.”
His gaze was calculating, studying me to uncover the problem. He appeared calm on the surface, yet I noticed the faint tremor in his fingers as they gripped the armrest of his chair.
He was holding himself together well. Better than most.
Most men who had even an inkling that they’d wronged me would already be on their knees, stammering a
