"Unstable... useful..." There was no way the bastard was talking about him like that.... right?

Eddie shifted a little, partially concealing himself with the door frame. Before the man could say more, someone quietly cleared their throat behind him, making Eddie jump, startled.

“Sorry señor,” the same maid from earlier apologized in a low, shaky voice. In her hand was a tray with a jug of orange juice and glass cups.

Eddie smiled sheepishly at her and moved aside so she could enter. ...