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His mouth closes.

Progress.

"If I leave because someone came for me here, then every time I walk through this door afterward, I'll remember that they chased me out of it." I put my bag on the console table. "I would prefer to remember that they failed."

Adrianos studies me for several seconds. "You're certain?"

"Reasonably."

"That's not the same thing."

"Certainty is mathematically overrated."

He almost smiles. "That doesn't sound like something an accountant should say."

"Accountants understand uncertainty better than anyone. We just make spreadsheets so everyone else feels calmer about it."

I walk toward the living room and stop when I see my laptop waiting on the table. The screen is dark. My fingers twitch.

Twenty-four hours ago, Kalliopi's records revealed that OB6 has existed for decades. This morning, Drakos told us the war chest has already been deployed. This afternoon, five kings nearly accused one another of treason before Declan received a message that turned him into someone I barely recognized.

There are answers inside that computer. There are always answers somewhere. Adrianos comes to stand beside me.

"Don't."

I glance at him. "Don't what?"

"Open it."

"I wasn't going to."

"You were staring at it."

"People are allowed to look at computers."

"Not the way you look at them."

I fold my arms. "How exactly do I look at computers?"

"The way other women look at expensive jewelry."

"That's offensive."

"To women or computers?"

"Accounting."

That finally earns the faintest curve of his mouth.

He takes my laptop from the table.

"Where are you taking that?"

"Away from you."

"Adrianos."

"You said you weren't going to open it."