[Riven's POV]
Cross was already waiting when they emerged from the Veil.
Not nearby at least.
But was waiting right at the exit point, with a tablet in hand, like he'd been monitoring their progress the entire time.
"Excellent timing, Mr. Duke, Ms. Vasquez," Cross said, his calculating gaze sweeping over their injuries. "How do we feel about today's performance metrics?"
We? Riven sneered at his words but didn't let it show on his face.
Elena immediately stepped away from Riven, her posture becoming more rigid.
The change was subtle but unmistakable ... like watching someone put on armor.
"System malfunctions were within expected parameters," she said in a flat, like a rehearsed tone.
Cross made notes on his tablet. "Indeed. And your adaptive responses were... illuminating."
The way he said 'illuminating' made Riven's skin crawl. Cross had definitely been watching them fight for their lives.
