The room felt too small for the truth May was carrying. Zayn lay unconscious on the bed, his breathing steady but shallow, dark lashes resting against skin far too pale for someone who was supposed to be fine. The healer had done all they could for now. The rest was waiting—and fear. The Five stood scattered around the chamber. Xander leaned against the far wall, arms crossed, jaw tight. K stood near the window, silent as stone. Ze hovered close to May, protective without trying to be obvious. No one spoke. May broke first. “It was the financial advisor.” Every head snapped toward her. “The loyalist,” she continued, voice steady even as her hands trembled. “He poisoned Zayn. And when I went to confront him… he attacked me.” The words settled like ash. Xander straightened. “You’

