Andrey sat on the sofa in Lumy's apartment, still neat in his white shirt and black jacket, his glasses perfectly in place despite the weariness behind his eyes. Across from him, Lumy sat with her back straight, fingers tightly interlaced in her lap. Her expression usually cold and composed now showed cracks of worry she could barely hide.
"Thank you for coming, Andrey," Lumy said, her voice cold but carrying a faint tremor. "I know you're busy with your team."
Andrey nodded slowly. "I received your message. So, what's going on? What can I help with?"
Lumy took a long breath, then met Andrey's gaze with sharp but burdened eyes. "It's about Felix."
Andrey frowned. "Felix? Didn't he recover from his injuries after we rescued him from the gate?"
