Knox's POV
I knew it.
I damn well knew it.
Cole had lied years ago when he said the Venom Haemorrhage was gone. He said it with such convincing calm that I almost wanted to believe him — that the healer had somehow managed the impossible. I should’ve known better. You don’t *cure* something that was born inside your blood.
Now it’s back.
I saw the blood dripping from his nose, saw the color drain from his face before he wiped it away like it was nothing. Cole always acts like he’s made of stone, but I know better. I can feel it, the same way a pulse knows when a heart skips a beat.
And if it’s back… we’re in trouble.
I storm through the corridor, barely aware of the people around me. My boots echo against the concrete floor, sharp and fast. My heart won’t stop hammering. I can stil
