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He only pauses at the conference room door long enough to turn the handle before going inside.

"Oh shit," Zeus mutters, his eyes locked in the same direction as mine. "That can't be good."

The man doesn't even bother to close the door all the way behind him, which just reinforces the fact that Nyx doesn't give a fuck about anything, certainly not what others may think of him.

I don't know if New Mexico is here because of the raid on the compound or if they're here to sever ties with Nyx after how he acted.

Conversation is hushed, neither Zeus nor I talking.

It's never easy to bear witness to someone on your team getting their asses ripped, but neither of us moves to leave the room. Curiosity keeps us locked in place.

Despite feeling like a snoop, I crane my neck as best as I can to hear better, but I don't think that the partially open door would filter much of what comes next.

"You're not fucking listening," Kincaid roars. "You can't pull that shit."

I'm unable to hear Nyx's response, but it's surprising that, given how angry the man seems to be, he doesn't raise his voice back. I doubt it's respect for the club's highest leader that keeps him cool and calm. It's just further proof that he couldn't care less about what others think of him.

"You could've just left him to fucking die then," Kincaid snaps, pausing a second before speaking again. "Humane? There isn't a single fucking thing on this earth that makes me think you give a flying fuck about humanity when it comes to men like him."

Another hushed answer from Nyx, and if I weren't hurting so badly, I might risk the chance of getting caught eavesdropping by walking closer so I could hear both sides of the conversation.

"Then explain the shit that went down at the compound," Kincaid demands, his anger growing with every word he speaks.

"Jesus, talk louder," Zeus mutters, making me smile.

He's just as invested in what's going on as I am. It makes me feel less nosy.

"Do you have any idea the amount of fucking paperwork involved when you pull the shit you pulled yesterday?" Kincaid snaps. "Not your fucking job?"

His voice is a growl, and I commend the man for not having put his hands on the insolent motherfucker yet. I highly doubt Kincaid is the least bit intimidated by Nyx. It shows just how much patience and control the man actually has.

"Like I said on the fucking phone," Kincaid snaps, his voice more controlled, albeit less loud. "You have a fucking decision to make, but you're done here."

I can't turn around fast enough to avoid being caught.

Nyx glares at us as he leaves the conference room, but it doesn't stop his feet from carrying him out.

"Looks like we're a man down," Zeus mutters when I manage to turn back in his direction.

"Give us a minute," Kincaid says, startling me.

"I'll warm this soup back up," Zeus says, scrambling to pick up the bowl and leave the room as if he's afraid his head will be on the chopping block next.

Kincaid comes around the end of the couch I'm sitting on. Instead of sitting on the sofa Zeus just left, he takes a seat beside me.

"You had a really fucking rough introduction to Cerberus with this one, huh?" he asks, not a hint of the anger I just heard coming from him in the conference room.

"I've had other assignments that went better," I answer.

He gives me a soft smile, but the apathy on his face makes him no less intimidating.

"I have these," he says, holding up a couple of pamphlets.

I attempt to hide my wince when I reach for them.

"Addiction?" I say, sorting through them. "Recovery and relapse?"

"You were put in a position that we don't deal with very often," he says.