Chapter 6Steve shot awake when there was a knock on his door, wondering for a second why he was on the sofa, not in bed. The book sliding off his chest onto the floor gave him the answer. Sucking in a harsh breath, he got up and went look through the peephole. He saw Jace and a man he recognized as the one who had come into the shop. After turning off the alarm, he opened the door, feeling vaguely amused if also fearful. “You come bearing gifts.”
“A gift and not a very happy one, I’d say.” Jace led the man to the lone chair opposite the sofa, telling him to sit.
“How can I with my hands cuffed behind my back,” the man snarled.
“You’ll manage.”
He did. Steve picked up the fallen book, putting it on the side table before sitting at one end of the sofa. He expected Jace to sit as well. He
