Chapter 199 - 200 Ashton’s POV: Paparazzo
The man was tall, thin, sweating.
A camera strap was twisted around his neck.
A restaurant staff member said, ‘Caught him crouched in the stairwell. Phone in hand. Logged into the same account that posted the photos.’
Rowan stepped forward. ‘Was it you last time too? Who are you working for?’
The man glanced around the room.
Half a dozen pairs of eyes stared back.
His lips parted without sound, then finally: ‘No one sent me. I just wanted the clicks. That’s all. I swear.’
‘Lying.’ Ashton walked towards him. ‘You’ve done this before.’
The man’s knees gave out.
He dropped hard, hands on the floor, breath caught in his throat.
Cassian grabbed his collar, yanked him up, and dragged him towards the door. ‘We’ll see if he talks with fewer teeth.’
The door slammed.