Chapter 37.
Jasper’s POV.
I studied Felix closely, my eyes picking up the subtle signs of unease rippling off the man. His eyes were shifty, nervously dancing between me and the exit as though he was making a plan to escape if it came to it. He must have thought twice about it because Clinton was standing right outside the door and waiting to act on my command. His hands were shaky, same as he legs which danced like flexible dental flossers as he shifted his weight between them.
“Are you alright, Felix?” I asked, raising my brow in mock concern.
“Yes.. of course, sir,” he smiled nervously, glancing at the door again.
“You don’t look so fine to me. Is there something you’re hiding?” I asked more directly.
“Me? I mean no. What possibly could there be?” he asked, the highlight of a shiv
