|Theodore|
The door clicked shut behind us, and I strode to my desk without delay, my gaze already fixed on Killian. I settled onto the edge of the desk, arms crossed, giving him a look that could have sent a lesser man scrambling.
“What do you want, Killian?” I asked sharply. “I don’t have time for games, and if you’re here to waste my time, I’ll have you shown out.”
Killian’s gaze shifted to Manuel, who stood beside me, his expression as unreadable and impassive as ever. When Manuel began to move, I shook my head, signaling him to stay. I wasn’t about to grant Killian the satisfaction of a private audience. Whatever he had come here to say, he could say it with witnesses—or he could keep his silence and go.
“Well?” I prompted, my tone colder. “If you’ve got something to say, get on w
