Kael's POV
The hospital stank of antiseptic and polished tile. Too clean. Too sterile. The kind of place that erased weakness by pretending it didn't exist.
I had already cornered one of the attending doctors the moment I stepped in, my voice sharper than I intended, my questions cutting.
His words replayed like a ticking clock in my head.
"Your father collapsed from complications of benign prostatic hyperplasia." A pause, a nervous glance. "It's a common condition in aged men, Mr. Roman. Non-cancerous, but it can trigger urinary retention, infection, and dizziness if untreated. We're managing it. He'll be fine if he follows treatment and makes lifestyle adjustments."
Fine.
Of course.
Nothing ever kills the devil that easy.
And yet, as I stalked down the hall, the weight in my chest didn't lift. My throat felt tight, like I was walking into a trap I'd set myself.
