Grant

I stepped into the jet and found him there, Hunter. He was coiled in rage, a rage in a designer jacket. He looked like he’d been pacing, waiting for a face to break, and I guess mine would do.

“How the hell did they even get him on board?” I muttered under my breath.

His eyes locked on mine.

“What the fuck? You abducted me?” he spat.

“Yes,” I said with intentional calmness, sinking into the seat across from him. I wasn’t here for this performance.

I was seconds away ...