#Chapter245

I know when he is being an evasive tosser. This is one of those times. I don’t know if I have the mental capacity for more though.

Oh god, but I won’t rest until he tells me. I hate my brain.

“What happened last night?” I follow him, not satisfied with vague when I need details and intel, now he has set off my bullshit detector. I need to know who was hurt and why it happened. I need to know if Alexi is in danger if he leaves this building again, the chances of a repeat. I need to know what happened.

Like it or not, I care...