“You look terrible.”

Matteo remained near the window.

“Where is Serena?”

Thomas set down the coffee.

“London.”

“She never boarded.”

A flicker passed over Thomas’s face.

It was gone almost immediately.

“Then she changed her plans.”

“My men escorted her.”

“Your men took her to the airfield.”

“You arranged the escort.”

Thomas’s shoulders tightened.