Wyatt
I walked away from my audience and hiss-pered into the phone. “I’m standing in the foyer of Meteor House with two police officers who will want to know exactly what’s going on, so I would suggest you have someone bring him back here right now or I’ll come with them.”
“We’ll be right there.”
“Not you,” I growled. “And not Aero. Send someone I don’t know. Someone who isn’t a complete asshole.”
“Baby—”
“Do not speak so familiarly with me. You’re twenty-five minutes away, so you have exactly twenty-two minutes to get him here or I’m bringing the authorities to you. This is my last shred of generosity I’m willing to give you,” I said, using the same words he had to break me.
I hung up and walked back to the group.
“He’s with a… friend,” I said. “They will be back shortly.” I glare
