Ben tossed the magazine down onto his desk and stuck his tongue into the side of his cheek. He probably shouldn't have said that, but — well. It was only Art in the room, and Art was hardly going to go spilling his secrets. Even if he did, who would he tell at this point? The whole world already knew, apparently. Everyone who read Witch Weekly, anyway.

"Yeah," he admitted, with a shrug. Melody was probably going to ask him the same question, so he ought to decide now whether he was going to lie about it. Probably not — he didn't know how this had come out, but if Meredith Watchword had all the details and might be inclined to release any more of them, he didn't want to be caught in a lie. But boy, was she going to be pissed. Maybe she already was. He wished he'd thought to check in on her that morning before he'd come in to work, but at the time he hadn't had any reason to. She was never awake by the time he left for work, these days, so why bother?

He leaned his elbow against the arm of his chair and chewed on the edge of his thumb, looking at one of the shelves against the wall rather than at Art. "Ellory must have told someone," he mused. He certainly hadn't.