Eric didn't move right away. He just sat there, hands gripping the wheel, staring at the building like he was preparing himself.
Then he turned to me, his expression serious. "Before we go in, you need to understand something."
I frowned. "What?"
"Mr. Savage." His tone was sharper now, like he was making sure I paid attention. "Whatever happens in there, you do not talk to him. At all."
That threw me off. "Why?"
Eric sighed, rubbing a hand over his jaw. "Because he's a manipulative, narcissistic prick who only cares about himself. He'll pretend to be a good guy, act like he's on your side—but it's all a game to him. And trust me, you do not want to be his next project."
I swallowed. "You make him sound like a psychopath."