Dean sat back and ignored them both.
This worked for approximately six seconds.
Then the outer security lock cycled.
It made a very discreet sound that nevertheless caused the room to reorganize around it.
Seven straightened a fraction.
Arion's posture shifted into that infuriating stillness Dean had come to recognize as the shape of prepared impact. Even the air felt as though it had been informed it was about to host authority.
The door opened.
Otto entered first, dressed simply enough that lesser men might have mistaken the absence of ceremony for softness. They would have been wrong. He carried no folder this time, which Dean found more ominous than paper. A man could hide behind documents. A father who arrived without them intended to speak from memory.
Minerva came in at his side.
