Chapter 52

• The drink went down Elliot's throat quickly, and he had grown accustomed to the bitter taste on his palate. Bitter, much like his day and, subsequently, his evening when he found out that Jonathan would be alone with Harry in his lovely home at that moment.
• He knew it was unlikely that anything would happen on Jonathan's part, but he couldn't deny the charm of Tompson was something he should be concerned about. As a man attracted to other men, he was well aware of the danger zone. At that moment, he saw a red line, as intense as blood, almost along with an alarm repeatedly going off in his head.
• The situation was critical, and he understood that for a young man, a confident and charming musician could be more seductive than he would like. The only thing that made the situation less torturous was the good drinks he was having at the bar in Paris. Suffering in another country sounded glamorous.