A heavy dark-wood desk topped with green leather took center stage, the chair positioned behind it equally imposing. Shelves stuffed with leather-bound volumes, their spines glinting with dull-gold lettering, covered the walls. Evrain doubted that any of the musty tomes had been removed from thei...
“You. Home. Now.” Conor couldn’t help but bridle at his tone and had to force himself to think about Sarge’s advice. He didn’t have to be stubborn. He could just accept that the man who loved him wanted him to be safe. He grabbed his jacket, picked up his pile of files and followed Alex meekly ou...
He checked his watch. “Ten to six, I’m early.” He hopped up onto the low wall that fronted the building behind him. The South Bank buzzed with activity. For once the weather was mild and tourists and Londoners alike had taken advantage of the opportunity to get some fresh air. Street sellers had ...