Thomas.
I slammed the file shut, the sharp sound echoing across the study like a gunshot. The force of it made the papers inside shift, and from the corner of my eye, I caught Ezekiel flinching slightly where he stood.
Good! At least someone in this room understood the weight of what had just been said.
"Say that again," I ordered, my voice low, too calm, too controlled, the kind of calm that came just before something snapped.
Ezekiel swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing as he straightened a little. "The report just came in, Alpha…" he began carefully. "Ella is still alive, and she is officially working with the Ironclad Group. As…as the triplets' personal assistant."
For a moment, silence settled between us.
Then I let out a dry, humorless chuckle, dragging a hand slowly through my hair as I turned away from him.
"Assistant?" I repeated, the word tasting bitter in my mouth. "So they've reduced her to running errands for them now?"
