JAXOM’S POV
“And this supposed tolerance…renders silver- silver sulfide- harmless?” I asked, jostling the phone from one shoulder to another as I slid the key card into the reader. The door beeped and I pushed the knob down with my elbow.
With two bags of breakfast burritos and a tray of coffee, I stumbled backward into the room. The file I’d tucked beneath my arm slid to the floor, scattering its contents to the wind. Muttering a curse under my breath, I kicked it to the side.
Suddenly, the weight was lifted from my hands and Trinity stood before me. I’d been so distracted, I hadn’t even heard her approach. Silently, she took the tray and bags from my hands, walking them over to a nearby table. I covered the mouthpiece, not wanting my brother to know we were sharing a room.
“You al
