Sebastian’s POV
Henry practically bursts through the door, eyes wide and expression mingling urgency with deep concern. "Boss, the phone's for you," he announces, slightly out of breath like he had been running. "We have a problem."
Of course, there's always a fucking problem, I think to myself, barely managing to suppress a sigh. Problems are as constant as the ticking of a clock in this line of work.
Walking over to Henry, I take the phone from him and offer a quick nod of thanks. As he retreats back into the house, I catch a glimpse of Shelly, standing silently in the hallway. Her eyes are shadowed with worry, her lips pressed into a tight line.
It’s the same look she’s worn ever since that day when I was shot, and even more so after the collapse of the last safe house we barely escaped from. She had only just gotten me back, and already trouble is brewing again.
With a murmur of apology to Shelly, I stride into the house and head straight for my office. As I close the door
