Yates Donovan snapped out of it and sized up the man across from him. He wasn't angry, just thought it was odd.
"It's only been a day. When did you become so nasty, Mr. Adler?"
The man sized him up unabashedly.
Simon Adler's gaze was aloof, still wearing that same look of someone who couldn't be bothered by anything.
"Like a dog guarding its food."
Just as Yates Donovan had commented, his words today were nasty and grating.
Yates Donovan shot back, "Did you just down a bottle of pesticide? That mouth of yours sounds like it was dipped in poison."
"..."
Yates Donovan scoffed. As he turned to leave, he tossed a line over his shoulder. "Right. You're so noble, so high and mighty. You think love is a load of crap."
He pushed open the heavy fire escape door. A second before it shut, he glanced back, his cold eyes fixed on Simon Adler. "You'd better stay this way."
He grinned, a smile hiding a knife. "Otherwise, I'll have her sic her dogs on you."
