SERAPHINA’S POV
Aaron was escorted out of the room without resistance, guided down a separate corridor, and placed under careful guard.
A guest and a threat, held in careful balance.
I’d received confirmation that Imani’s son was safe with a fellow Omega colleague.
Kieran stood at the head of the table in the conference room, hands braced against the stone surface as if it were the only thing keeping him upright.
Gavin lingered to one side, arms crossed tight, tension coiled into every line of his posture.
Christian was seated, spine straight, expression carved from granite.
The wrongness lingered, thick and unsettling, like smoke in a room after the fire was put out.
Somewhere beyond the closed doors, night guards moved with quiet urgency, boots scuffing stone, voices kept low but strained.
I didn’t need to reach outward to know what that meant.
By the time the sun rose, the whole of Nightfang would know something was wrong.
