#Chapter 62 – Consultation

I don’t know if I’m surprised or not to find Christian waiting for us, arms crossed and glaring at the door, when Frankie and I get back to the apartment. He’s blown so hot and cold on me lately – first not talking to me and lavishing Violetta with all his attention, and then chasing me into a storage room? Like seriously, what’s going on? “Are you all right?” he snaps immediately, his eyes on me and mad like it’s my fault that this happened. And, well, considering that I did insist on going to work – even if I didn’t shoot anyone – I guess it kind of is. I nod to him, eyes wide, letting him know that I’m perfectly fine. But before I can say anything, Frankie chimes in. “Yeah, boss, I’m fine!” he says, overly cheerful as he presses the door shut and gives Christian a too-innocent grin. “Thanks so much for worrying, really shows how much you care –“ “Cut it, Frank,” Christian says, dry, as he steps forward and looks me up and down, searching me for any injuries. I hold my hands out