Chapter 65 | Can't Take It

Kian looks at the grey walls surrounding him, feeling the cold metal of the chair brushing his skin over his shirt. He doesn't try to escape even when he knows he can. He refuses to disappoint once again. Tyler watches him from the corner, nervously biting his nails. It's the first time they deal with someone close to them. 

Grayson finds nicotine his only appeaser for now. He slowly exhales the smoke and comes back to find refuge in the cigarette. Grayson doesn't stop looking at Kian, laughing from time to time—at himself mostly—for not suspecting him one bit. He crosses his legs and rests his elbow on the desk behind him. "From all the people in this city..." Grayson starts with a lazy and deep voice, "...you were the last man I expected to see in that hangar," Kian gulps and lowers his head. "I should have known," continues Grayson, "That you only got close to me to extract inform