Third POVLater that afternoon, Cassiel called everyone into the private lounge adjacent to Julian’s recovery suite. The air was tense and quiet, only the occasional beep of hospital machines in the background. Enzo stood near the back wall, arms crossed, unreadable as always. Lucian sat beside the window, gaze flicking to Cassiel now and then. Miss Maria was next to Gavin, holding a folded handkerchief in her lap, just in case. Axel leaned beside the door, vigilant and calm.Cassiel stood in front of them, hands clasped behind his back. The tension in his shoulders was palpable, but his voice came out even.“I need to leave.”No one spoke for a second.Miss Maria was the first to react. “Leave? After everything? Now?”Cassiel nodded. “Yes. Now.”“But Julian just got out of danger,” she pressed. “He needs you. You can’t just abandon him again.”“I’m not abandoning him,” Cassiel said quickly. “This is to protect him. If Emiliano’s network isn’t complet
Third POVCassiel parked the black SUV right in front of the rusted iron gates leading into Moreau’s lab—an isolated, cold facility deep within an unregistered perimeter of the city. He stepped out without haste, shutting the door and taking a moment to scan the surroundings. The building loomed ahead like a forgotten fortress, vines crawling up its walls, windows tinted black.The night air was sharp, biting through his jacket, but Cassiel remained unaffected. From the inside of his coat, he retrieved a compact square device, no bigger than a thumb. He crouched near the rear of the vehicle and stuck the sensor to the chassis, directly above the fuel line. Once it blinked green, he pressed a sequence on his phone, activating it. The device would signal his phone the moment the car’s lock was breached or moved. It would also detonate upon his signal—an insurance policy.Cassiel didn’t look back as he walked into the entrance, the heavy metal doors sliding open with a groa
Third POV“Yes,” Moreau confirmed. “In exchange, I’ll prepare the antidote within the next two hours. Not a counterfeit. Not a prototype. The real deal. It will stop the neurotoxin, neutralize the trace compounds, and save your beloved.”Cassiel’s voice remained unchanged. “And if I say no?”Moreau smiled. “Then I’ll pack up shop and disappear. And Julian…” He let the words hang, trailing off with a smug shrug.Cassiel stared at him in silence for a long moment. The entire warehouse felt like it held its breath.Then, without breaking eye contact, Cassiel nodded once.“You’ll have him within two hours,” he said.“What?!” Enzo roared, spinning toward Cassiel. “No. Are you serious right now?! Lucian?! He’s one of us!”Cassiel’s gaze didn’t shift. “And Julian is mine.”“You’re selling him out! You don’t even know what this freak’s experiment will do to him!”Cassiel stood, slowly adjusting his coat. “We all made choices when we signed up for this
Third POVCassiel stood in the center of the dark, quiet old laboratory, the low hum of electricity barely audible under the eerie silence. His eyes didn’t waver from the man seated across the rusting steel table. The man who had once been Emiliano’s trusted physician. The man who now held Julian’s fate in his bloodstained hands.Moreau.Enzo paced like a caged beast behind Cassiel, his fists clenched and his jaw ticking in restrained fury.“Where’s the antidote?” Enzo snapped, walking right up to Moreau and slamming both palms onto the table, making the old man flinch slightly. “You created that poison. Don’t act surprised it came back to you.”Moreau chuckled, the sound slow, low, and irritating. “Of course it did. And you think marching in here like this is going to intimidate me?” He leaned forward with a mocking tilt of his head. “You're not in your kingdom, Cassiel.”Cassiel didn’t move a muscle. His eyes were locked onto Moreau with calm precision.
Third POVThe vehicle screeched around the bend with tires shrieking against the road. Enzo sat beside Cassiel in the backseat, Julian’s limp body cradled in Cassiel’s arms, blood still trickling from the puncture wound where the poisoned arrow had struck. Lucian was at the wheel, jaw tight, eyes unblinking as he sped through traffic like a madman.Julian’s skin was growing colder. His breathing was shallow, labored.“Stay with me,” Cassiel whispered, brushing strands of hair off Julian’s damp forehead. “Just hang in there a bit longer. We’re almost there.”Enzo was on the phone. “Dr. Lee—it’s Enzo. We’ve got an emergency. Julian’s been poisoned. Arrow wound. He’s fading fast.”“Bring him to the private emergency wing. I’ll have everything set up,” Dr. Lee’s calm voice responded through the receiver.“ETA: Ten minutes,” Enzo barked and ended the call.They pulled up at the hospital just as a team of medical staff ran out with a gurney. Lucian jumped out f
Third POVJulian’s heart thundered against his chest as he darted across the room, his fingers fumbling with the tightly knotted ropes binding Cassiel. Every knot, every tangle felt like a physical representation of the weight they’d carried—the mistrust, the betrayal, the hurt. As the ropes finally loosened, Cassiel collapsed forward slightly, breath catching in his throat as he looked up.A small, pained smile curled on Cassiel’s lips. “You played that well,” he murmured, his voice hoarse from restraint. “You fooled even me.”Julian dropped to his knees, pulling Cassiel into a firm embrace. “I’m so sorry,” he choked out. “I should’ve known better. I shouldn’t have let the lies blind me. I should’ve come to you.”Cassiel wrapped his arms around Julian with a strength he didn’t know he still possessed. His fingers curled tightly into the fabric of Julian’s shirt, as if letting go would mean losing him all over again. “You’re here now,” he whispered. “That’s all I car