Adam scoffed as if the mere suggestion of promising Ian anything offended him. “I’m serious. You can’t—you can’t tell anyone what happened here tonight. Do you understand me?”
“Jesus, Ian. It’s not like I’m going to take out a billboard.”
“I’m serious. No one. You can’t tell anyone about this. Not even Mei.”
Adam’s brow wrinkled. “I thought you trusted her with your life.”
The realization hit Ian like a thunderbolt, the weight of a thousand eyes on them, at every moment. Perhaps in this apartment with them now. The thought sent a tremor of terror racing up his spine. With that in mind, Ian lifted his gaze to Adam’s own and hoped he understood.
“I do,” Ian said. “Just not yours.”
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Adam opened his eyes, blinking into the darkened, shadowy room, trying to piece together from the
