Mia licked salt from her fingers, lowering her voice like she was about to share classified intelligence. "So… you know how Windstone never talks about himself? Like, ever? Well…"
Lucas narrowed his eyes, mid-chew. "If this is about him alphabetizing the pantry again, I already know. He tried to put rice under 'grains' instead of 'R.' The man's a menace."
She grinned. "Better. Accidentally stumbled on his personnel file when I was helping one of the junior staff copy schedules." She leaned in, voice dropping conspiratorially. "He was married."
The fry froze halfway to Lucas's mouth. "Lies."
"Truth," Mia said, smug. "Official papers exist. And get this: his ex-husband was a beta. They actually divorced on friendly terms. Apparently, they still have wine together once in a while."
Lucas blinked, slowly lowering the fry. "You're telling me Windstone, scourge of side-eye, terror of misplaced cutlery… sits around drinking wine with his ex like some civilized human being?"
