"Not particularly," Mia said, and was proud of how level it came out. "Long day."
"Mm." Seraphina studied her, unhurried, the same slow, assessing look she'd given Mia across the filing room weeks ago. "You look like someone who just found out more than she wanted to know."
"I don't know what you mean."
"I think you do." Seraphina stepped closer, not menacing exactly, something almost gentle in it, the way a hand can be gentle right before it closes around your throat. "You've been spending a great deal of time somewhere you shouldn't, Miss Callahan. Archives. Restricted floors. Late nights with Kade's beta, hunched over things neither of you had any business opening."
Mia's stomach dropped, cold and immediate. She kept her face still. "I don't know what you're referring to."
"Marcus
