Kerensa's POV
The official's clipboard tapped against his thigh while he waited, patient in the particular way that made my skin crawl, like patience was just another kind of pressure.
"Just routine," he said, though nothing about the silence in that locker room felt routine at all. "We're verifying a few files flagged for follow-up. Won't take long."
I made myself stand, made myself walk toward him instead of letting my legs lock the way every instinct in my body wanted them to.
Behind me, I heard Hunter shift on the bench, felt Xavier's attention sharpen without either of them saying a word.
"Sure," I said. My voice came out steadier than I felt. "What do you need?"
He led me a few steps away from the others, close enough to the door that the noise of the hallway still reached us,
