BROOKLYN

“How’re you feeling?”

I drew in a deep breath. That wasn’t why I’d called him out for a conversation. Still, I had to play it cool.

“I’m fine.”

“And your migraine? How—?’’

“— this isn’t the reason I called you here, okay?” I ran my tongue over my lips quickly, trying to reduce the high pitch I’d used. “I wanted to tell you something.”

He stood straight, his figure tall and menacing, and his foot a few steps away from mine.

I forced my gaze ...