If Wellington was ice, Seong-Jae was subzero glacial, his gaze as hard as black diamonds as he flicked Wellington over with an assessing look that said he saw nothing worth noting, before fixing on his face again as he spoke softly, a subtle undercurrent of menace in his dispassionate, husky voice. “If you would like, Mr. Wellington, you may have my badge number before I arrest you for attempted obstruction of justice.”
