"You know, there is nothing more to find out. Master and the rest have already dug deeper than you alone ever could," Ashwin said lazily, twirling one of Elias's pens between his fingers before letting it click against his knuckles.
Elias's head snapped up, mock irritation flashing sharply across his face. "Why are you here again?" He shoved back from his desk, chair scraping against the floor, and turned toward the man sprawled across his sofa like he owned the place.
Ashwin looked perfectly at ease, one arm draped along the backrest, his boots crossed at the ankle. The same man who never dared so much as breathe wrong in Victor's presence now sat in his study as if he were slumming.
