Blackmail Threats and Hospital Favors

Alaric

"Looking a bit tense there, Ric."

Gid didn’t even wait for an invitation. He dropped into the leather chair across from my desk with a smirk that suggested he knew exactly why the air in my office felt thick enough to cut with a knife. I shot him a glare that would have withered a lesser man, but Gid was immune to my moods. He’d seen me at my best and my absolute worst, and right now, he