LUKE POV

“What an unpleasant surprise.”

I pushed past Ezekiel and entered his dorm room, my jaw clenching as my grip on the file unconsciously tightened.

Ezekiel had just stepped out of the bathroom, casually drying his hair with a towel, while I stood there glaring at him. A few moments of tense silence passed between us before I strode over to his couch and dropped the file.

“That’s the transfer of ownership document for the port,” I said, my voice gruff. I had lost the ...