Chapter 5

“Are you kidding me? What the hell was that?”

Flynn was pacing around, throwing his hands in the air. Michael lived in a small apartment in the worst possible part of London, but it was something that, in a very weird way, reminded him of the places he was used to back in NY. That’s why he’d chosen it.

Flynn had warned him he’d eventually have to move out from there and somewhere closer to the group, but for now, this worked well. Michael lived alone- he always had, and he and Flynn had agreed to avoid meeting just the two of them unless something really big was going on.

Judging by the tantrums Flynn was throwing, the big thing had happened.

“I can’t believe you told them your actual name and ...and the cop thing, I mean…” Flynn ran a hand absently through his hair and immediately pulled it back, probably scraping the burn Killian had made