Chapter 116: Name Your Terms [bonus]
Hermes nodded and didn't press further.
He could tell Regulus didn't want to elaborate, and he could guess that certain threads ran too deep. As for how Regulus knew what he knew, that part didn't puzzle him at all.
Silence held for a few more seconds.
Cuthbert glanced between Hermes and Regulus, fingers tapping the armrest of his chair.
Alex still stood by the window, angled sideways, gaze resting on the center of the room.
Regulus could feel the change in Hermes.
Before, there'd always been something sullen about him. A loner by habit, carrying a quiet contempt for everything around him.
That contempt had faded, replaced by something more layered. Gratitude, wariness, and something else beneath both.
But Hermes was still Hermes. A Mulciber-born wizard raised on Dark Arts since childhood, with an attachment to power that ran bone-deep.