The atmosphere shifted instantly. Everyone was more concerned now. Salvatore's presence was heavy, his eyes scanned the room and settled on the tense group gathered in the corridor.
"I thought there were too many things to do this morning instead of shouting in the kitchen." His voice was low but carried to every corner of the building.
Felix immediately let go of Milo's wrist.
Milo pulled his arm back; his skin was red where Felix's fingers had dug in. He tried to steady his breathing, looking down at his shaking hands.
He didn't want Salvatore to see him as a source of trouble, but the sight of Jojo standing there made his blood boil with a mixture of terror and rage.
Felix stepped toward Salvatore, smoothing his shirt.
"Morning, Sal. I was just settling in the new guard. Hartley sent him over. They say he is capable of many things. They offered him as a gesture of good faith."
