Xander
I stared at him. Not stabilizing.
That didn’t make sense. “Define badly,” I said, keeping my voice steady.
Ryker’s expression tightened.
“Her vitals keep climbing. They can’t stabilize her.”
The conversation around the table blurred into noise.
Ragnar went quiet. That was worse. A low pressure built at the back of my mind.
Impossible. I’d measured it—I knew it had.
The pressure from room 17 came back without warning.
Across the table, someone was still talking—patrol schedules, border access. I wasn’t listening.
I pushed to my feet and the room went quiet, heads turning as I ignored them.
“An urgent matter requires my attention,” I said, my voice carrying through the room.
“The remaining details will be handled by my beta. This meeting will continue in my absence.”
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