Mitchel stood to the side, nonchalant in the face of his friend’s complaint. “I could make sure you end up with a more serious injury, wanna test that?”

Mike’s neck shrank back, clearly intimidated. “No, no, I believe you.”

He picked up some iodine and gently cleaned Raegan’s palm before asking his assistant to fetch a band-aid from the reception desk.

Meanwhile, Mitchel’s phone vibrated in his pocket. He glanced at the screen, then at Raegan, who was ...