Page 9 of Angels of the Night
“The kid is off limits. If someone harms him in any way, they must be prepared to suffer the consequences, no matter who that person is.” The cold, threatening note in Fabian’s calm voice made Greenwood involuntarily shiver. “You mentioned something about news. Let's hear it.”
Clearing his throat, the man started to tell his host about Phillip Winters's invention, not forgetting to add that he was the one who helped the scientist get out of prison. The teen who escaped had been found and brought back to the lab's new location but not before infecting fifty boys from the shelter he was took to.
Very proud of himself, Greenwood informed Fabian that he set a network of informants, planting at least one in every orphanage and shelter. Collecting fresh merchandise and new subjects for Phillip's experiments was easier than ever, thanks to his idea. Plus, the bastards at The Base couldn't intercept the transports any longer, unless they also had informants planted in the orphanages, which was impossible.
Then, Greenwood started to talk about his husband and how Phillip's invention would allow him to bring the man back under his influence forever. Listening to the man's cruel plans, Fabian imperceptibly flinched, thinking it was about time to ask Lance for help but not before having a heartfelt discussion with the man. He should've done this a long time ago, the man thought, instead of waiting for things to become that complicated.
The chauffeur was too deep in his own thoughts to notice his boss's reaction when Greenwood mentioned his husband, the little cogs inside his head spinning at warp speed. No matter how much Lance hated to admit it, Fabian's associate wasn't stupid, although his intelligence was very primitive, more like slyness.
The man must have a good reason, other than bragging, as to why he came to the middle of nowhere and shared all those news and plans. That time, the bastard couldn't be stopped by alerting those at The Base. The whole thing needed a completely different approach. Normally, Lance wouldn't have worried about finding the best one, but time wasn't his ally anymore.
From the corner of his eye, Fabian studied his chauffeur, who most likely was thinking about a way to get them out of the mess Greenwood was trying to get them in. They couldn't count on anyone but themselves to put a stop to the madness his detested associate and Phillip Winters started. Unless...
Fabian cast a hope-filled look in the library's direction. It was about time to keep the promise he made to Rowan and help the kid to fully exploit his potential, becoming better than his wretched brother. That capricious, sarcastic, vulnerable teen was the key to an apparently unsolvable problem, but Fabian had faith in him, the kid was a winner. He was going to succeed.