“Morgan, if you don’t become what you were born to be, then Lord Mordell will do it for you with his own blood. “
Morgan sighed. “Okay, take me to Evan.”
* * * *
Evan opened his eyes when he heard the door to his cell open once more. Annette stepped inside, and then, much to his surprise, Morgan walked in behind her. Annette knelt to unlock Evan’s restraints and removed the cloth from his mouth. He fought the urge to scowl when Morgan stepped up to him. Morgan held out a hand. As Morgan pulled him to his feet, Evan shoved Morgan hard against the wooden wall of the cell and twisted Morgan’s shirt in his fists until his knuckles turned white.
“Don’t everfucking walk out on me again,” he growled.