The Forgotten Bond

Giles sprinted over, yanking Sloane behind him. He fixed Jaxon with a sharp, wary glare. "What are you going to do, Mr. Caldwell?"

Jaxon had never seen Giles look at him like that鈥攕o stern, so unyielding. Panicked, he stammered, "I-I wasn't doing anything."

Giles wasn't buying it. He'd witnessed Jaxon swing the ashtray at Sloane with a look of pure, savage rage.

Sloane gave his sleeve a gentle