Killian snaps a picture of the scene, or more accurately, of Brandon, who’s ignoring the chaos unfolding around him, elbow on the table and his chin leaning on his hand. He’s checking his phone with a bored expression plastered all over his face. A Cheshire cat grin lifts Killian’s lips as he sends the picture to the group chat. Only a second passes before the reply comes. Nikolai Where the fuck are you, Satan’s heir? Killian Expanding my options?
