(BL) Hunting The Field Guide

Chapter 237: A deep-rooted anger



Chapter 237: A deep-rooted anger

Chapter 237: A deep-rooted angerKellen didn’t have to

Kellen watched as the chair crumbled under the force of his kick, pieces of it shattering everywhere. He’d kicked the part that wasn’t metal, but that wasn’t going to save it. Kellen watched as Brent started stomping and destroying the chair in earnest. He hoped this was enough to get his anger out, not that Kellen wasn’t willing to take him up to the arena and beat some sense into him.

He just also knew that every Esper up there would be on high alert if the man with one arm and the guy with a cane started fist fighting.

Brent was huffing and puffing by the time that the chair was bent and smashed. Kellen felt bad for the cleaning crew, and he quietly used his phone to move the meeting to the next room over. The Field Guides would worry too much if they saw this mess.

"So my injuries set this off?" Kellen asked and Brent growled.

"Why the fuck are you saying it like that? So fucking detached. Of course your injuries set this off! I can’t believe some fucking asshole tried to kill you! And your Dad! And it’s just like-" He cut off, and Kellen just wished that he would finish his damn sentence so that they could get to the root of this problem, but he had a feeling that Brent wasn’t ready for it.

It was exhausting, but Kellen would let him keep his silence. After all, he told him that he would. Until Brent was ready to tell him everything, even if he destroyed more office furniture, he would stay silent.

Brent’s trust was worth at least that much.


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