Roman sat up straighter in the hospital bed, wincing as the movement pulled at the stitches in his side. His fingers tightened around the phone until his knuckles went pale.

“A long story?” he repeated, voice low and edged with ice. “Good thing I’m stuck in this bed for the next twenty-four hours. I’ve got all the time in the world.”

Davin swallowed hard on the other end of the line. “Yes, sir. I’ll get to you soon.”

“Get here. Now.”

Roman ended the call without waiting for a reply.

“Let me guess,” Grayson said as he paced the courtyard, barely hiding a smirk. “He’s pissed.”

Davin forced a tight...