Selene's office occupied the top floor of a glass building downtown, all sharp angles and cold light, exactly the kind of space I'd have expected from a woman who moved through the world like she owned every room she entered.
She didn't look surprised to see us. If anything, she looked like she'd been waiting.
"Killian. Avalene." She gestured to the chairs across from her desk without rising. "I assume this isn't a social call."
"Bramwell & Cole," Killian said, no preamble, dropping a printed page onto her desk the same document Nadia had shown us, the settlements traced back to her firm. "Explain it."
Selene's eyes flicked over the page, and something in her carefully composed expression cracked, just slightly.
"Where did you get this," she said quietly.
"Doesn't matter. Explain it.
