Grace crossed her arms as she leaned against the hallway wall of the twenty-second floor, right outside Unit 2203. Her sharp emerald eyes locked onto Davian as she accused, "You pulled that stunt on purpose."
Davian came to a stop only couple of feet away from her, and waited as the rest of the team disappeared inside the apartment despite wanting to stay outside so that they could enjoy the show that was about to begin.
A faint smirk appeared on Davian lips while he watched her in silence for the next few moments. He didn't back down, neither did he even pretended to be innocent. "What stunt are we talking about, Mrs. Parker?" His voice was deep, teasing, and utterly infuriating.
Grace's gaze sharpened at his clear challenge. He was sour about something, and that was why he was being like this. "You know exactly what I'm talking about. Announcing that to the soldiers without so much as a heads-up? What were you thinking?"