Shaw watched dispassionately as Cross turned towards him. His eyes had flicked to Emilia, worry passed through him as he saw the state she was in before he masked it.
“And who the hell are you?” Cross spat at him, looking over Shaw’s shoulder expecting one of his people to show up.
“Someone you shouldn’t have gotten entangled with,” Shaw replied. He looked deceivably relaxed as he strolled deeper into the room. He walked closer, his eyes taking in everything in the room. “You have a nice ring going on here, don’t you? So tell me, what are you getting out of drugging the lady?”
Cross frowned, his eyes kept going between the door and the man who was walking towards him. He did not seem to have a weapon on him, but he sure was dangerous-looking. “What is it to you?”
“Business,” Shaw repli
