You Make Your Bed And Lie In It
"So, where's the body?" Solomon clapped lightly like a man who expected his every wish to be carried out.
"There's no body." Ivo said through gritted teeth, forcing himself to meet Solomon's gaze, even if the anger that was threatening to burst out of him made it difficult.
He knew Solomon wasn't the cause of his troubles but it was much easier to find someone to be angry at than to wallow in frustration. Except Solomon wasn't really someone he should be getting angry at.
"Yuri escaped." He said through clenched teeth, barely able to keep his voice calm. "She's still alive. She's out there, okay?"
"Oh." Solomon blinked in surprise. "That's…," his expression morphed into amusement, "exactly what I expected."
Ivo glared at the man. "Exactly what you expected? Yuri's out there, planning God knows what and that's what you expected?"