Julian’s head gave a slow, almost imperceptible tilt as he set the glass down. The room wasn’t spinning, not exactly but the edges felt softer, as if the air itself had thickened.He’d had less than half a glass. That wasn’t enough to make him feel this… off.A faint, sour warning curled in his gut. Every instinct honed from years of walking into dangerous negotiations told him the same thing, get out. Now.He shifted forward in the chair, forcing his tone into something casual. “Reid, we can pick this up later. You’ve got my number. I’ll...”“No.”The word was quiet, but it landed like a lock clicking shut.Julian’s gaze sharpened despite the fog starting to creep in around the edges of his focus. “Excuse me?”Reid leaned back, one arm draped lazily along the back of the couch, the picture of ease, but there was something in his eyes that said he wasn’t moving, and neither was Julian.“You wanted answers,” Reid said smoothly. “I’m giving them to you. Don’t tell me you came all this w
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