EGAN
He sat in his office at the Den staring at his bandaged hand.
She had been mad at him, but she still cared that he was in pain.
He closed his eyes, and saw those emerald eyes floating above.
His office door slammed open, and even before he opened his eyes he knew who it was. Only one person was bold enough to storm his office.
Eli.
“You fought with Sam.” Eli said, and arrogantly fell onto a couch in the seating area.
“Did he come crying to you? You both seem to enjoy talking about me lately.” Egan replied.
“Can you guess why? We did not have a reason to last month.”
“Mind your words. Sam has sapped the last of my patience already.”
“He said you were throwing him out of the organization if he did not find proof against Renzo.”
Egan sighed.
Of course, he had not meant
