Elias’s POV

The supervisor room felt too still. Too quiet. Like the building was holding its breath with me.

Vale sat near the door, one leg bouncing, fingers tapping against his weapon holster. His eyes never left the handle, even for a second. Ronan stood a few steps in front of me, arms crossed, alert, every muscle in his body pulled tight.

I stayed in the chair, blanket wrapped around me, but my eyes kept moving. Door. Window. Corners. Shadows. My mind wouldn’t let anything ...