“Sire?”
Calum Reed proceeded to ignore me and waved the boy off, “Let them know that I shall be retreating for the night. Tell Floyd Garett that my assistant, Thomas, will be present at the meeting in my stead.”
And with that, the young boy crawled back into the party. No more questions asked. Calum Reed’s companion—whom I now know was his assistant, Thomas—followed suit, but not without casting one last, concerned look at his employer.
Suffocating silence settled into the atmosphere after the door slammed closed. Kyle was the first one to break the ice, “Not surprised you’re somehow connected to the drug ring.”
Calum Reed stepped forward and wrapped his fingers around my wrist, jerking my hand and forcing me to let go of Kyle. He pulled me towards him and began walking away, not bothe
