Divine hurried toward the window, her footsteps rushed and uneven—but Kyle caught her wrist before she could reach it, pulling her back firmly.
"Stay here," he ordered, guiding her to Yvienna's side.
"W-what's happening?!" Divine asked, fear creeping into her voice as her eyes darted around the room.
Kyle was already typing rapidly on his phone, his gaze sharp and focused, not once looking at her.
"Stay with Yvienna," he said coldly. "She's in danger."
He lifted the phone to his ear and stepped a few paces away, his body instinctively positioning itself between them and the door.
[Roam the entire floor. Now.]
The command was low, clipped, absolute.
He ended the call and turned back just as a knock echoed against the door.
The two stiffened.
Their eyes locked onto the entrance, the tension thick enough to choke the air.
The door slowly opened.
