"I…" Rowan began, then cleared his throat, eyes flicking anywhere but the bed. "Apologies. I can come back."
Dax's voice went mild. "You're already here."
Chris, from under Tania's smug weight, added, "Rowan. If you say 'urgent' while I'm being crushed, I will haunt you."
Rowan's jaw tightened. "It is urgent."
Killian closed his eyes for one second, like he was already tired of existing in a palace where tigers owned beds and men named Adonis refused to stay dead.
Dax shifted, the humor draining out of him in a clean line. "You have something on Adonis."
Rowan nodded once.
"Yes." Rowan said, and that alone made it worse. "It's a paper trail that would help understand that the man is either a genius or mad."
Chris didn't move under Tania, but his voice came out flat. "Talk."
Rowan took a breath, then delivered it like a report meant to stand up in court.
