Kael
The second Thoren disappeared down the corridor, Salas looked at me directly like he was trying to determine whether I was about to make a reasonable decision or an absolutely catastrophic one.
Unfortunately for him, I wasn’t entirely sure myself yet.
I dragged a hand down my face and exhaled slowly.
“Go have Elena prepare a room for him.”
Salas blinked once.
“You’re serious?”
“No,” I deadpanned. “I’m joking. Obviously I want him sleeping in the hallway.”
Salas ignored the sarcasm completely.
“Fine. Where are you assigning him?”
I frowned slightly, my eyes drifting briefly toward the interrogation room door.
“Haven’t decided yet.”
“There are a lot of open positions right now.”
“Oh, I’m aware.” I crossed my arms. “I’m considering the kitchen. Maybe dishwasher duty.”
Salas
