He had his back half-turned to me, standing in front of a table lined with guns. Different sizes and shapes, some I had only ever seen in movies. He picked one up, checking it like it was nothing serious, like it wasn’t something that could end a life in seconds.
For a moment, I just stood there taking it in.
Then he turned and when his eyes landed on me, his face broke into a slow smile.
“Good,” he said. “You’re here.”
I didn’t move immediately. My eyes swept across the room instead.
It was bigger than I expected. Cold. Organized and ominous.
There was equipment for training around.
But no other person was in the room.
I took a few steps forward, my guard still up. “You called for me?”
He nodded, setting the gun down casually. “Yeah.”
His eyes didn’t leave me.
It made me uncomf
