Who: Abra and Felix Where: Zenith Tower When: Mid Morning
Felix still hadn't quite decided how he felt about the two alpha males of the house's illustrious council showing up...except that he couldn't wait to fuck with them. It hadn't taken more than a few seconds for him to calculate that with Owen and Oliver there, and Cecilia not, and with the chances of them finding her anyway in town slim-to-none, it was an opportunity he couldn't really pass up. Well, eventually. Today he was apparently helping out.
Or freezing. Whichever came first.
Trudging through the park had been a waste of time, but that was hardly surprising. Where the fuck were they going to lock someone up there? Still, at least now they had it easy. Sure, the tower was big and had a hell of a lot of space to cover, but the rush of warm air that hit him as he opened the door for Abra was borderline orgasmic.
"Shall we check our coats at the front desk, dahling?" he asked haughtily, heading toward the unoccupied receptionist's desk as he began to strip off his winter layers. He was still cold, but that would change once they got moving. "Have you been in here at all yet?"