The next interruption came just when Elias had finally managed to forget that honey existed.
The door chimed, soft and harmless, which in this house meant someone who didn't want to die had chosen to knock.
Aswin looked up from his screen. "Expecting anyone?"
"No," Elias said, not looking up from the formulae scattered over his tablet. "Which probably means trouble disguised as a friend."
A voice floated in before the door even finished sliding open. "That's slander. I'm everyone's favorite kind of trouble."
"Connor," Aswin groaned. "Perfect. The holy trinity is now complete."
Connor stepped in, tall, smiling, every inch the kind of man who looked like he owned whatever room he walked into, and probably did, if it was registered property under one of his aliases. His tie was loose, his jacket open, and the faint scent of burnt ozone clung to him. He'd teleported or driven too fast. Possibly both.
