Rowan blinked. "No?"
"Not yet."
Milo frowned. "But—"
"Let it play out," Hades said, his voice quiet but firm, cutting off any protest.
He looked at the messy screen with its pictures, charts, names, a complex tapestry of information.
"I want to see who gets brave enough to believe this all worked too perfectly."
There was a pause, then Gavin nodded, understanding the subtle directive. "Have people keep a close eye on the Matriarch too."
Then, Hades turned to Rowan. He hesitated, a fleeting, almost imperceptible shift in his posture, and then asked, his voice returning to its cool, detached tone. "Did she... eat?"
Rowan, momentarily thrown by the abrupt change of topic, furrowed his brow. "I'm not sure the Matriarch would have the appetite for food considering all the mess happening–" Rowan paused mid-sentence as he noticed the look Hades was giving him—a glare that promised a slow, agonizing death.