Milo nearly choked. "No, you idiot! Aurora, Dawin, and Boss!"
Rowan blinked, deadpan. "You're insane. The last person on Earth who would do love is Boss. And if he did, it'd be with himself. In a mirror. Fully clothed."
Before Milo could defend his theory, Rowan's phone chimed. He checked it with the detached efficiency of a man used to switching between disaster and gossip. His brow furrowed.
"Drug warehouse just got raided," he said, reading off the screen. "Multiple arrests."
For a brief second, the domestic soap opera lost center stage to something slightly more professional.
"Interesting," Rowan muttered.
Milo, however, remained locked onto the screen like a man watching the final act of a thriller. If he'd had popcorn, it'd be gone by now. Unfortunately, his "movie" ended abruptly when Dawin received a call. The man's expression shifted. Calm, unreadable. And after exchanging one long glance with Hades and Gavin, he turned and walked away.
Click.
