Not that Elijah wanted to yell at Cindy.
When he went into her office, he had the steady plan to keep a cool head, or as much of a cool head as he could. And seeing her pop up out of her chair, let him know she had already guessed he’d be on his way. The immediate look of a guilty conscience was infuriating, but it was worse with her simpered, “Elijah-.”
As the two guards came in with him, Elijah’s impassive face became chiseled from stone as he asked, “Did you seriously tell my mate she was going to die tomorrow?”
There were more signs of guilt as she refused to meet his gaze and looked down like a scolded child. Disgusted, a noise he couldn’t hold back, Elijah’s harsh order was, “Stop being petty and grow up Cindy. You came on to me, I rejected you, move the f**k on. You had no rig
