Garrick left Alvaro’s office, his steps measured as he made his way down the cold, sterile hallways of the facility. His face betrayed nothing of what was to come, but inside, he felt a weight. He had seen what happened to those who disobeyed Alvaro, and he knew what Darius would face if things went wrong. He reached the cell where Darius was being held, nodding at the guards who stood by.
Darius was sitting against the wall, his face pale, the exhaustion from the rebellion still clinging to him. His eyes, once filled with defiance, were now clouded with worry. His sister was still somewhere in the facility, and the thought of her suffering weighed on him more than anything. He had tried to fight back, tried to resist, but everything had spiraled out of control.
“On your feet,” Garrick s
