Han's POV
Tyler burst out of the room, face flushed, lips parted like he wanted to say something but couldn't. The door clicked shut behind him, leaving a strange heat in the air.
And then Azazel walked in.
Expressionless, as always.
I turned to face her. I was expecting something some snide remark about Tyler, a quip laced with her usual brutal honesty. But she didn't say a word. She just stood there, still and silent, like a statue with secrets.
She didn't want to meddle.
Or maybe she remembered me telling her not to.
But still... I wanted her to. I wanted her to say something anything. Her silence was louder than any judgment she could throw, and it was clawing at me.
I cleared my throat. "Do you have anything to say about him?"
She blinked behind her glasses. "About who?"
I tilted my head. "Tyler."