I let up only enough to let Peyton speak.
“What did you do to him?” I shout.
“I knocked him out for a bit. It won’t last,” he wheezes.
“What did you say to him?” I slam him against the wall even harder.
Peyton has the nerve to smile. “I’m sure he’ll run right to you and tell you everything when he wakes. Don’t worry, sweetheart. I didn’t spill your secret.”
“I wasn’t worried about that, asshole!”
“Oh I know you aren’t, but you might be once he knows.”
“You’re a real piece of work, you know that?”
His grin grows. “I’m aware. And now that my business is done here, I’d like to leave, per our agreement.”
“Our agreement was you wouldn’t touch him.”
“Oh, but I didn’t. Not without his consent.”
“Bullshit.”
Peyton shrugs.
“Nova, we have no reason to hold him here. He stuck to the agreement,” Noah says behind me.
“You should listen to him,” Peyton comments.
“Shut up and get the hell out of here,” I say, releasing him.
He smiles again and bows. “As you wish, Miss Riley.” He heads for the door, and when he reaches it, he turns one last time. “Oh, and Miss Riley? When shit hits the fan, come find me, will you?”
He’s gone before I can respond.
“What the hell?” Noah asks, staring blankly at the door Peyton exited through.
“Your guess is as good as mine. We’ve learned absolutely nothing, and Owen is out for who knows how long. And he might not even remember this meeting.” I pause, pacing the room.
“Gray? You got eyes on Peyton?” I ask into my comm.
“Yes, he just left the building. Out the front door.”
“Left in a car?”
“Yes.”
“Did you get the plates?”
“Yes, but it looks like an Uber.”
“Can you hack the destination? Or trace the car?”
“I’ll try.”
“Thanks.”
I turn my attention back to Noah. “I need to get him home. Can you bring his car around?”
