"What? Your brother?" Vesper's eyes widened, panic flickering across his battered face.
"What's going on, Riona? Did something happen to Florian?" Thorin dropped the battle without a second thought like it was some mildly inconvenient chore he could revisit later.
But Riona wasn't listening to Thorin—or anyone else, for that matter. Her fiery glare locked onto Vesper, and she grabbed him by the collar again, shaking him like a rag doll. "Where is he?! Where the hell did you send him?"
"What the—? How the hell should I know?" Vesper sputtered, his voice strained, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth. "I'm not his babysitter!"
"Don't you dare start bullshitting me!" she snapped, her grip tightening. "I know you know! They said you were the one who stuffed them all in Thorin's office. So where is my brother, Vesper? Where. Did. You. Dump. Him?"
