"What do we do with him now?"
Alexis leaned back so hard in his chair that it creaked beneath him, one leg also bouncing impatiently.
His arms were folded tightly across his chest. The irritation on his face hadn't faded since Myles had returned.
"In case everyone conveniently forgot, he's the reason this whole mess happened. We all risked to expose ourselves."
Across the room, Zlatan remained comfortably slouched on the couch.
"I'm honestly not sure what Myles intends to do."
He glanced toward the closed door leading to the adjacent room.
"In any case, he's made one thing very clear, no one's allowed inside. So there's no point wasting energy wondering."
Alexis clicked his tongue.
"As if. The obvious answer is to kill him."
Estelle sighed heavily, waving a lazy hand without even looking at him.
"Alexis."
"What?"
"Shut up, he can hear us, I'll remind you."
Alexis frowned.
Several more complaints reached the tip of his tongue.
