Azriel
Four days turned into five. Five turned into a week.
Ethan didn’t come back.
With every passing second, the fragile hope that had flared up in my chest began to curdle into a fear. The silence of the isolation room grew heavier, louder, mocking me. I stared at the blank steel door until my eyes burned, waiting for a click that never came.
A terrible, dark spiral swallowed my thoughts. 'They caught him,' I told myself, my fingers twitching weakly against the silver restraints. Vane found out, and they killed him. The agonizing guilt returned with a vengeance, wrapping its hands around my throat. I had caused the deaths of my entire squad in Bogotá, and now, because I was too weak to save myself, I had dragged my best friend into the grave with me a second time.
Or worse. Maybe E
