Elena didn't go back to Alexander's office. She went home — her own apartment, the one she'd barely slept in for two weeks — and found Leo awake on her couch, looking marginally less like a ghost than he had at four a.m.
"You look like you had the day I had," he said.
"You have no idea." Elena dropped her bag by the door and sank into the armchair across from him. "Are you okay?"
"Better than okay. Whatever he did—" Leo hesitated, clearly unsure how much he was supposed to know. "Whoever I owed, they called this morning. Very polite. Said the matter was resolved and I shouldn't expect to hear from them again." He studied her face. "You're not happy about it."
"I'm happy you're safe," Elena said carefully. "I'm less happy about how it happened."
"Because he didn't ask you first."
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