The Predator

Daniyella’s soft steps were almost imperceptible, but I heard them. I didn’t turn to look at her immediately.

Daniyella cleared her throat softly and spoke, “Есть звонок для вас от Кайла.”

(There’s a call for you, sir, from Kyle.)

I straightened slowly as I forced myself to break the spell my little bird had cast over me. That bastard had impeccable timing, as always.

Without looking at Daniyella, I muttered, “I’ll take it in my office.”

Daniyella bowed. She’d grown used to my moods. She was one of the few who didn’t flinch under my gaze, one of the few who didn’t shrink from the darkness I carried....