He was still in his suit from earlier, but he'd lost the tie somewhere, and the top two buttons of his shirt were undone, revealing the column of his throat. His hair was dishevelled, as if he'd been running his hands through it, and his eyes—God, his eyes.They weren't looking at me.They were fixed on Logan with a focus so absolute, so terrifyingly still, that I felt my breath catch. I'd seen Stein angry. I'd seen him frustrated, amused, passionate, and bored, but I had never seen him like this.“Stein,” I whispered. “I didn't—”Didn't want?What the fuck was I even about to say?Stein moved.It was so fast I almost missed it. One second he was standing at the table's edge, the next he was beside me. His hand slid around the back of my neck, and he curled his fingers into my hair. He didn't look at me. His eyes remained locked on Logan, who had gone pale with his hand frozen halfway to his wineglass.“Mr Thompson,” Stein said, sounding almost mocking. Logan swallowed. “How did yo
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