"Martin, I'd like to talk to you. Will you find a moment for me?"
These were the first words Martin heard as soon as he got to work. He hadn't expected Don Alston to be waiting for him when he entered the Fergus Stables.
Don's face didn't look good, but not just because of the beatings he got. Modern medications worked wonders, so aside from a few vague discolorations and a cut lip and a plaster on the brow bone, Alston barely showed signs of Steve's anger. Even so, his face looked bad. Even very bad.
These were his eyes, completely different from the ones he had before. There was no more arrogance in them. There was sadness and… shame?
