Drakon folded his arms across his broad chest, pushing off the desk and taking a step toward me. A dark, searching look settled in his eyes, his eyebrows pulling down slightly.
"And what do you mean by making him sweat?" he asked, studying my face. "You don't want to go after him now?"
"No," I replied smoothly, a soft giggle escaping me as I looked up at him. "He'll always be looking over his shoulder now, and I think that's hilarious."
Drakon's lips twitched, but he kept his sharp focus on me, leaning in just a fraction. "He’s backed into a corner, Kira. Men like Isaac get unpredictable when they're rattled."
"Yes, he used to be an agent, but he's older now," I reasoned, leaning back against the edge of the desk and crossing my arms to mirror him. "If anything, he's going to try and s
