The air in the surveillance room remained heavy, weighed down by the revelation.
Lucius stood motionless, his hand still pressed against the desk where he had slammed it. His fingers curled into a fist, knuckles taut. The glow from the monitors illuminated his face, casting sharp shadows that only emphasized the storm raging in his eyes.
Vincent exhaled slowly beside him. “Two months ago,” he murmured, as if repeating it would somehow make it make more sense.
Lucius didn’t need to repeat it. His mind had already locked onto it like a predator scenting blood.
Two months. The same amount of time since they had stepped away from this world.
The same amount of time since Liam Claude and Annie disappeared.
Nothing about this was a coincidence.
Lorenzo, for once, had dropped his usual smi
