The room hadn't moved, but the weight inside it had shifted. Like the air had buckled under the shape of a new presence. The man in white stood perfectly still in the open elevator, as if waiting not just for an answer, but for the gravity of the room to decide.
Charlie blinked up at him from the couch. "What's the United Nations of the World?"
"A long story," I murmured. Then louder, to the others: "Stay here. Watch over him."
Camille's hand tightened slightly in mine before she let go. "You sure?"
"They're not here for a fight," I said, but it was more of a reassurance than an observation. Still, Sienna stepped forward, standing subtly between the man and the rest of the group. Alexis watched him like he was an experiment walking on its own legs. Evelyn didn't move, but her posture sharpened.
"Charlie's priority," I added. "No matter what."
"We've got him," Sienna said.
