All three pairs of eyes locked on each other like guilty children caught with their hands in the cookie jar. The silence was so loud it almost drowned out the little clink of Selene setting down her porcelain tray. Her earlier cheerful smile had vanished, but she still managed to serve a neat plate of financiers cookies and steaming cups of tea as if they were having an afternoon picnic rather than a full-blown crisis meeting.
Thorne, sprawled on the floor with one arm for a pillow, finally broke the silence. He tilted his chin toward Oliver, eyes narrowing.
"Oliver, you were the one who changed Kayden's clothes earlier, weren't you?"
Oliver sat up straighter, instantly defensive. "What? Why me?" His voice cracked like a guilty teenager.
Valen, who had been unusually quiet, adjusted his sleeve and leaned forward, voice smooth but deadly. "Answer him. Were there… any marks left on Kayden's body?"
