Max had stood still the entire time. Ever since he and Aron had shared a particular conversation, he'd begun to notice something, he actually felt safe around him.
Since the moment they'd entered this place, Aron hadn't been more than a foot away from Max. And for the first time, Max truly felt like he had a real bodyguard. One worthy of the Stern family name.
Part of the reason Max hadn't moved was simple, his shoulder was still heavily sore, and he didn't exactly want to fight. But beyond that, he knew it was better for his position right now to look defenseless. To let his people speak for him.
Aron is more talented than I thought, Max admitted inwardly. He took down two armed opponents with barely any effort... and without a hint of fear. It's hard to know what to expect from someone given the title "Head of Security," but clearly, he didn't get it just because he's my brother.
