Ryan burst into Elian’s private office without knocking, slamming the door against the wall.
“I came back the second I heard you flew home,” Ryan said, breathing a little hard like he had rushed straight here. “What the hell happened after I left? At least you could've told me you were coming home?”
Elian didn’t even look up. He was busy moving around the large office like a storm, opening drawers and rifling through papers, searching for something with frantic energy. His head was still bandaged, and he moved a little stiffly with a murderous look on his face, but other than that, he looked okay.
“You know I tried to warn you,” he said, stepping further into the room and folding his arm against his chest. “About him, I told you Dex wasn’t good for you. He’s toxic, possessive and he’s
