Kieran’s eyes were feral, his hair wild and pulled in every direction, like he’d been clawing at it for hours. Doctor Aiden hesitated before speaking, the weight of the room settling heavily on his shoulders. It was clear he knew—he was standing in front of a man teetering on the edge of madness.
“What the hell are you waiting for? Should I put a bullet through your f*****g brain before you wake her up?” Kieran snarled.
The doctor instinctively took a step back, eyes darting to Damon and Leo, who stood a few feet away near the door. Damon shot Kieran a glance, then subtly looked him over, checking—hoping—he wasn’t actually armed.
Doctor Aiden swallowed hard. “What I’m trying to say is… she’s awake. But she’s stuck. Trapped in what looks like a traumatic dissociative state. Her eyes are
