“I cannot believe you called her to use her as your bargaining chip. She’s our best friend.” Tom glares. “And she has more sense than you right now, dude. Just chill out.” “Chill out?” Eliot’s eyes redden with more hurt. “Chill out? How would it feel if someone were to take your vocal cords and rip them out—” “Eliot.” Beckett gives him a classic what the fuck look.
