"Aren't they all?" he muttered.
There was a beat of silence.
Then he exhaled through his nose, soft but steady. "Yeah, well. He'll still have to deal with me."
Kyren didn't have a comeback for that.
Silke took the elevator up to their floor without rushing, but his strides were full of purpose. The hall was quiet, only the low hum of ambient lights guiding the way.
When he reached their suite, he knocked once, lightly, fambefore using his clearance to enter.
Seram wasn't in the living room when he got in, he took a few steps towards his room.
Inside, the room was mid-transformation.
The scent of cologne lingered in the air, clean and sharp, mingling with the rustle of clothes being pulled on and the quiet clink of cufflinks.
