Adam stopped on the threshold of the room, glaring back at him with rage. “You asked me for information about myself, and when I offered it, you treated it like trash.” It had been the best Adam had to offer, the only things that made it seem like he had value.

“Don’t worry,” he said, cold and bitter with pain, voice sharp and with very little of the soft syrup of his accent. “I’m not coming back.”

Adam stepped through the door. Alec would have to chase him.