Jamison’s Confrontation

Elias’s eyes and demeanour exuded indifference, like the cold of winter. He descended the stairs with the two guards beside him saluting. When he noticed Jamison, there was a fleeting change in his narrow eyes, quickly concealed. Jamison reached Elias’s side, his pace deliberate, and spoke firmly, ‘Elias, I have something to tell you.’ Elias raised an eyebrow, ‘Private matters or official business?’ His coldness was almost suffocating. ‘Private matters,’ Jamison replied. ‘Do you think I’m free to discuss private matters with just anyone?’ Elias’s voice was low. ‘If it’s not official, please excuse me.’ He turned to leave, but Jamison’s voice stopped him. ‘You love Callie. Why did you hurt her?’ The mention of Callie seemed to anchor Elias’s feet to the ground, despite his efforts to move away. ‘Whether I love her or whether I hurt her is none of your concern, Jamison.’ Jamison, unflinching, walked back toward Elias and looked into his eyes. ‘You once called her your wife and asked me t