Chapter 15
He had to resist that urge. Had to control the beast inside. He had an important meeting tomorrow morning. In the meantime, what was he supposed to do with all these feelings spilling over inside him like hot black oil?
“Why’d you run from me, Pallas?” he asked the empty apartment around him. 6
The next day, Harris and Charon were on the way back from a meeting, driving down the Ville Marie tunnel. Charon obviously had no interest in speed limits or road safety. He drove like a maniac.
“Would you slow down?” Harris said, sitting stiffly in the passenger seat. “You’re not driving on some deserted Italian highway. Do you have a brick in your shoe or what?”
Charon glanced over at him, his moss-green eyes flickering with genuine pleasure. He eased his speed a little. “Relax, Hades.”