The glass doors whispered shut behind them, muting the low hum of the floor outside. Victor's office was bright and hushed, screens dimmed, city light spilling across the table like pale gold. Ashwin took his usual position by the door, Samael dropped into a chair with his tablet, and Ruo perched on the edge of the conference table, her expression suddenly all business.
Elias stayed standing, diet coke still cold in his hand, blinking at the abrupt change of atmosphere. "All right," he said slowly. "Someone tell me why we just marched out of the break room like a SWAT team."
Robert set a heavy folder down on the table. His expression was grim enough to make even Connor stop smirking. "Because of this," he said, sliding a tablet across to Victor and then to Elias.
The headline glared up at him in lurid red type.
NUMEN'S MYSTERIOUS MATE TIED TO UNSOLVED DEATH OF MATTEO WELLER?
A grainy photo of Elias outside the manor sat next to an old university image of Matteo.
