Behind Salvatore in the hallway, Roderick had followed at a jog, confused about why that man had left mid-meeting and walked out without a word.
And now Salvatore was making a scene in Milo's room. What was going on?
"What happ—" He opened his mouth as he reached the room.
Blam!
The door closed in his face.
The sound was loud and flat in the corridor.
Roderick stood there for a moment. He looked at the door.
Damn!
He did not need to ask further. He just turned around and walked back the way he had come. He tried not to get involved in whatever drama was happening.
Inside the room, Salvatore looked at the scene in front of him.
Milo was naked, backed against the headboard, trembling, looking at him in fear.
Alben, still fully dressed, was sitting at the edge of the bed, completely relaxed, watching Salvatore with an expression that said he was enjoying himself.
