Cassius stood outside the glass room, back and forth, his footsteps echoing repeatedly in the empty hall. He had already walked the same stretch of corridor countless times. His hands were shoved into his pockets, yet his fingers were trembling.
He glanced at the viewing window every few seconds. Kendrick. Zephany. Machines. Vitals. Numbers.
He did not understand half of what he was seeing. He only knew one thing.
They were alive… for now.
Reynold sat silently in the corner of the hall. Unlike Cassius, he was completely still, elbows on his knees and eyes fixed downward. No words. No complaints. Just quiet patience. But the tension in his clenched jaw revealed how worried he was.
Sophia and Jeric were no longer here.
Cassius's father had ordered them to oversee the cleanup of everything that happened. To erase evidence. To suppress witnesses. To rewrite information. To ensure that what took place last night would never reach the public eye.
