It saddened him deeply, a sensation like a rock pressed in his chest. He remembered how desperate he had felt earlier, wanting nothing more than to pull her into his arms and whisper that everything would be fine. He wanted to be her shield.
That helplessness prickled at him like a thousand thorns.
Zane pressed his fingers against his temples and closed his eyes, letting out a heavy, frustrated sigh. His jaw tightened as he fought to keep his emotions from fracturing.
"What were you doing to allow such a terrifying incident to happen?" He asked. His voice was a low growl, edged with sharp disappointment and an infuriation he was barely keeping beneath the surface.
"We… we were at our post outside the staff floor, ensuring no unauthorized person entered," Terry answered. His voice trembled under the weight of his boss's simmering, unspoken rage. Beside him, Jerry remained frozen, his body quivering as if he were gripped by a sudden fever.
