When Soren tried calling again, the line was dead.
His fists clenched tight, veins standing out stark on his forearms.
Bang.
A fist crashed hard into Glenn's face—he'd just come back from paying the bill downstairs.
A sharp, metallic tang filled Glenn's mouth. He pressed his tongue to his cheek, then looked up at Soren, his gaze icy and unflinching.
Maybe it was the cold that clung to Soren, having just come in from the night outside, that made the air between them feel even sharper.
Glenn glanced at his watch. Barely ten minutes had passed since the call had ended. So, Soren must have tracked him down and come running the moment the call was cut off.
Meeting Soren's glare, Glenn's eyes were steady, showing no hint of fear. He'd always known this confrontation was inevitable—he'd been ready for it the moment he decided to come back.
Soren, now noticing the crumpled hospital receipt in Glenn's hand, hesitated for a second.
After discovering Evangeline's phone was at the hospital, Soren's anger had already started to ebb during the drive over. Still, the thought of Glenn being the one at Evangeline's side left him on edge. "What did you do to her?" he demanded. "Why is she in the hospital?"
Glenn gave a faint smile. "What do you think, Mr. Fawkes?"
"Don't play games with me." Soren's voice went cold as ice. "Glenn, don't test me. If you so much as touch her, you'll regret it."
Glenn could see the fury radiating from Soren. He'd heard about Soren's reputation abroad and knew the man wasn't bluffing.
But Glenn only smiled again. "Yours? I doubt that."

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