Chapter 13

“Katherine asked to see you.”

“Yeah, I bet,” Ian mumbled under his breath.

“The man you brought. Who is he?”

The question stunned him. Kalifa nor Hector ever questioned him, unlike the other three. “He’s a goddamn nightmare is what he is.”

Kalifa raised black brows in alarm or interest, he couldn’t tell.

“Well? What is it?”

“You look worried,” Kalifa announced, answering in her quiet way.

“I’m not worried,” he spat, stomping past her toward the elevators, determined to get to the bottom of things once and for all.

* * * *

Ian stood, observing Katherine from the doorway. A silent and uneasy voyeur watching as she sat by Adam’s bedside, her pale white face detached. Cautious, he stepped into the room, clearing his throat, getting her attention. Katherine’s gaze lifted to meet his, hostile and defiant as she glared at him from the other side of the room.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t know what to do with him.”

“Do with him? I’m still wondering how you knew anything about him.”