Chapter 18Over the next few days, Ian waited for Adam to come to him. They still saw each other in the gym. Or when Ian would hand Adam routine assignments from Katherine. But Adam didn’t offer anything about their last conversation.
And Ian, unsure if he’d done the right thing, tried to gauge Adam’s reaction, but he kept his feelings close to his chest. Finally, Ian asked him outright if he’d had time to consider what they’d talked about earlier. He shook his head, stopping him.
“I need to think,” he said simply. Ian nodded and waited some more. Finally, after what should have been a routine hit, Ian had enough. Adam returned to the mansion from the encounter, bloodied and beaten, his lip split, his right eye nearly swollen shut.
“It looks worse than it is,” he told Ian, brushing off h
