Micah
“Where the hell have you been?” Priest asks the moment I walk into his office door. I quirk my brow at his daring question. “Last time I checked, you weren’t my keeper. So I suggest you take a better tone with me.” Priest’s head tilts with a challenging frown. “What happened with the detective?”
Taking a seat in one of his comfortable chairs, I cross my leg over my knee and release a frustrated sigh. “Well, I told him to back off, but I get the feeling that he won’t. He also asked me about Willem.” Priest’s face stiffens. “Are you f*****g kidding me? What exactly did he say?” He asks, taking a seat behind his desk and resting his folded hands on the surface. Running a thumb across my lips, I think about what the detective said. “He tried to hedge when I told him to back off. Yet h
