Micah tugged his mask over his face and pulled his cap low before leaving the hotel room. His pulse still thudded unevenly from the conversation. Silas's behaviour had gotten under his skin again. The man had a special talent for that. Micah's fingers clenched briefly at his side. For a moment, he had been this close to hurling a series of curses at the walls, just to let the pressure out. But he stopped himself in time. A rookie mistake, he thought bitterly. What if the room was bugged? The last thing he needed was to give himself away.
So he had swallowed his anger, straightening his blouse and walking out. So much for taking the upper hand. Ha!
Silas was such a pain in the ass. Every time he met the man, he found a way to push his buttons. Every time he lost control to that cold freak.
By the time Micah stepped outside, the sky had shifted to a full late afternoon haze. Cars drifted past the hotel's circular driveway.
