Outside, the late afternoon air carried a faint chill as Magnus's car pulled to a stop in front of the mansion. The engine ticked softly as it cooled.
Vance was already approaching, his pace quickening the moment he spotted him.
Magnus stepped out, adjusting his coat, his expression set and unreadable. "What is the status of things?" he asked without preamble.
Vance fell into step beside him, lowering his voice slightly. "Everything is proceeding as planned, sir," he replied. "She won't be asking about Roman for a while."
"Good," Magnus said, already walking.
Vance swallowed and looked at him. "But there's something else."
Magnus slowed, then stopped entirely, turning to face him, his brows drawn together. "Then say it," he snapped.
Vance unlocked the tablet, the faint glow lighting his features as he turned the screen toward Magnus. "This is what the surgeons found," he said.
