Han's POV
Tyler burst out of the room, face flushed, lips parted like he wanted to say something but couldn't. The door clicked shut behind him, leaving a strange heat in the air.
And then Azazel walked in.
Expressionless, as always.
I turned to face her. I was expecting something some snide remark about Tyler, a quip laced with her usual brutal honesty. But she didn't say a word. She just stood there, still and silent, like a statue with secrets.
She didn't want to meddle.
Or maybe she remembered me telling her not to.
But still... I wanted her to. I wanted her to say something anything. Her silence was louder than any judgment she could throw, and it was clawing at me.
I cleared my throat. "Do you have anything to say about him?"
She blinked behind her glasses. "About who?"
I tilted my head. "Tyler."
She walked over, sat down like this was just another meeting, another day. Reached for the grapes on my table and began eating them with calculated grace.
