a prison visitation room divided by glass.
from here !
hair, once long, now hung around his face in jagged strands cut into a weak imitation of how he used to look when the world opened to him as a bright, open realm of possibility. he avoided the faded reflection of his own face in the pane and instead focused on the man behind its glass. ❝ you know, i didn't think a place like this could change a man like you . . . but you must be truly losing it now. ❞ he'd practiced that a dozen times before even getting in the car. he couldn't lose his nerve – he couldn't afford it now. it was an exaggeration anyway and they both knew it. it seemed there would be no place on earth where the baron would lose his grace and well-bred elegance.
❝ so are you going to tell me why you called me or was it just to look at me. ❞
james found a warm flicker of power in the reversal. how easy it was to become the caged man. shifting forward against the counter, he propped one elbow on the faded, chipped surface.
❝ or do you really just miss chasin' me around? ❞