"Boris found something on the phone," Aleksandr walks into my office where I'm packing to head to the hospital, and I pause in my movements.

It's been two days since we got back, and the first thing I did was give Boris the phone I lifted from Aire's pocket when I put that bullet in his brain. After seeing Leo's injuries myself, I was furious, again, that that's all he got.

Son of a bitch deserved to die slowly.

I shake my head, focusing on Aleksandr's face, and I know whatever they found I'm not going to like.

"And?" I ask, standing straight and trying not to be impatient about getting back to Leo's bedside.

"You're not going to believe it," he growled, handing me the tablet he's holding.

Looking at it, it takes a long time to sink in. Then, no time at all for my blood to boil.

I feel the fire spread through my veins like a drug.

"What is this?" I hiss, glaring at the tablet.

"It's exactly what you think it is."

"This doesn't make any sense," I look up and glare at him, confused... but mostly furious.

"Sure it does, if you think about it for one second longer."

His anger matches mine, but unlike my fiery rage that's about ready to have me re-breaking my recently repaired bookshelf... his is ice fucking cold.

The steel in his voice and the anger in his eyes grounds me as I think through what I've just learned.

"What do we do," I grit out through clenched teeth, my eyes returning to the tablet.

Will Leo believe us? Even if he does, what does this mean? What can we do with this information?

My mind spirals, and it takes everything in me not to start trashing my office.

"We tell him. Alone. And we let him decide what to do next," Aleksandr's voice is measured and deceptively neutral.

If it were anyone else they'd think he was calm... but no, no I know better. His anger is right below the surface, just like mine.

"We have to be smart," I mutter, half to myself, "we have to ensure he's alone and can process what we're telling him. Then... then we can make a plan."

Aleksandr nods tightly. Just once... but it's enough.

It's then I finally lose the fight with my anger, grabbing a glass paperweight and throwing it at the bookshelf with a roar.

"FUCK!"

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