Chapter 34

“What did you read?” Grant asked, calmly.

“Ummm. What did I read?”

“At university?”

“Oh. Math. I read math.” Truth.

“Where?” Grant was using his low ‘soothe the worried’ voice and it was helping.

“Oh. Nowhere you’d know.” Alec gave him more of the Death Glare, but it wasn’t effective this time. Tyler concentrated on shoving his disordered papers back into his bag. The top one looked like some sort of page out of an old book, handwritten. “Look. Ask me what you want. What do you want to know?”

He had a bruise coming up on his cheek where Alec had lamped him, and his tie was askew. He’d obviously come in from a job somewhere—there was mud on his boots. He still looked cool and self-contained, but there was a touch of vulnerability in the set of his shoulders and the way he’d set his teeth briefly into his bottom lip before speaking. Alec wanted to wreck him.