Ryan didn’t wait for an invitation.
He pushed past Elena and walked straight into the suite, his eyes locked on Dex like a predator. In one swift move, he grabbed Dex by the front of his shirt and yanked him forward till their faces were inches apart.
“I won’t ask the second time,” Ryan said, voice low and deadly.
Dex stared back at him calmly, though his body was tense. “He’s inside. Resting.”
Ryan’s grip tightened on Dex’s shirt. He looked like he was two seconds away from throwing a punch. Elena stood off to the side, watching the scene with sharp eyes, clearly uncomfortable.
Before Ryan could push further, he let go of Dex and took a small step back, trying to appear more in control.
“You know,” Ryan said slowly, “I heard some interesting things last night.” He said, glancing at
