Uno leaned back in his chair, folding one arm over the other, all casual elegance and bad timing. "Relax," he said, as if Victor's glare hadn't just carved cracks into the room. "I'm not staying here. Charming as your hospitality is, I've got my eyes elsewhere."
Victor's jaw tightened. "Where."
"Anna," Uno answered simply, his blue eyes bright with something far too close to amusement. "She's due any day now, isn't she? Technically, she should be birthing soon." He twirled a fork between his fingers like a coin, utterly unconcerned with the sudden silence choking the table. "And let's be honest… whatever comes out of her isn't going to be normal."
Elias sat a little straighter, tension snapping down his spine. "What do you mean by 'whatever?'"
