"The board secretary hands Rafael a sealed envelope containing an old, blood-stained photograph from his brutal past torture sessions."
Rafael remained frozen under the harsh white lights of the Apex boardroom, his piercing silver eyes locked onto the aged, blood-stained image in his hand.
"Is the image authentic, or is it a digital fabrication designed to provoke a reaction?" Zhea asked, leaning closely over the table with a cold frown.
"It is authentic down to the molecular degradation of the paper," Rafael replied, his voice dropping into an unnaturally quiet, hollow tone.
"Who could have accessed that facility?" Jax demanded, resting a gloved hand on his tactical holster as he surveyed the empty glass hallway outside.
"Only someone who walked those corridors while the chains
