Kellen's POV:
My father paced the cramped office he had dragged me into, his anger palpable. I could hear him muttering under his breath, but I remained silent, biding my time. My mind, however, was consumed with thoughts of Shyla. The sound of her monitors beeping relentlessly had Titus whimpering like a wounded pup. I struggled to focus, his insistent barking echoing in my ears, urging me to return to her room and ensure her safety. I couldn't ignore him; every instinct screamed at me to go to her; her safety mattered most.
I was incredibly grateful that Alex was standing guard at her door; it provided some comfort, but my anxiety was rising as I still couldn't reach Noemi or Luther. I knew my father had them all locked down, too, for aiding me in evading him all week... I gave Alex st
