Chapter 10

Adam’s eyes narrowed at the rough treatment, but he kept his mouth shut. Instead, settling for glaring at him with those blazing and expressive eyes of his.

So much like—

“I’m putting my weapon away now,” Ian informed him as he tucked his gun into the back of his jeans and covered it with his coat. “Trust me. I don’t need it to hurt you. Understand?”

“I understand.”

Ian gestured toward the door. “Slowly,” he said. Adam opened the door and led the way out into the corridor.

Ian kept him close with a firm hand, guiding him by the small of his back, propelling him toward the exit sign. They were halfway there when the ding of the elevator at the opposite end of the hallway made Ian turn.