Seth had known the men would question him, but he’d admittedly hoped they’d give him a moment to collect himself. Instead, the two had charged after him, cornering him near Griff’s office. The outburst had been all Dominic while Griff looked on, features drawn. “Yeah.” He shoved his way into Griff’s office and dropped into the nearest chair. Gods, but he was exhausted. “What does it matter?” “It doesn’t.” Griff sank into his chair and laced his hands behind his head. “Unless your dad decides we need to be punished for not keeping you safe.” “I’m not your damn responsibility,” Seth growled. “Save the hand-slapping girly fight for later, you two.” Thumbs hooked in his jeans pockets, Dominic leaned against the far wall. “We need to sort out how to get your element back. If we do, chances are we won’t hear from dear ol’ dad.” Griff glanced at Dom before kicking his feet up on the corner of the desk. “Hate it when the nephilim has a point. Always makes me think the world’s coming to an end.”
