Chapter 2
Elijah
The door clicked closed behind me, and I watched as Saint strolled toward his desk, the Italian fabric of his suit swooshing with every step. It was an important lesson I learned early on from my mentor. The man who saved me. Never take your eyes off a potential threat, no matter who it might be. It was within that split second of letting your guard down that a friend could turn into a foe.
He leaned back against the desk, gaze pinned on me. Two predators confined into one tiny space salivating for a fight.
I crossed my arms. “This unscheduled stop of yours wasn’t part of the plan.”
“And neither was the girl.”
“She was a complication I didn’t anticipate.”
“Wasn’t she?”
He studied me, eyes dark with suspicion while the silence pulsed with tension that could snap at
