Marco's eyes locked onto Delilah’s cell, his jaw set and gaze steady.
"Release them," he ordered, his voice a quiet command that brooked no argument.
The guards exchanged uneasy glances.
One of them hesitated, clearing his throat. "Sir, I’ll need to confirm—"
"Confirm with Chief Inspector Reynolds," Marco interrupted, his tone cool and firm. "He’ll clear this up."
The guard’s face paled as he hurriedly moved to comply.
A tense silence filled the corridor until, a moment later, the keys clinked, and the cell doors swung open with a creak.
Marco strode toward Delilah, his expression softening as he reached her.
His hand lifted, gently brushing a stray lock of hair from her cheek.
"Are you alright?" he asked, his voice low, carrying an edge of something tender.
Delilah nodded,
