_Pierre’s POV_
I was just about to leave the room when I realized something. Ezekiel went quiet in that specific way that meant a mindlink had opened.
It lasted about forty seconds. I slowly turned to see his eyes were present but his attention was elsewhere and when he came back he looked at me with the expression of someone who had issued instructions and was now waiting for them to be executed.
What the f**k did he do now?
“My strategist is coming,” he said before I could ask, I guess he already read my mind. Smart kid.
“How long?” I asked, reconsidering my decision of leaving. Who knew if it was his so called strategist who almost had him killed. I trusted no one and I was about to instill that mentality in him.
“He was already in the city,” he said. “Twenty minutes
