The observation room was cold. Concrete floors, a wall of black monitors, and the low hum of the security system filled the space. Lucian sat alone in the center of the dark room, in a narrow, ergonomic chair. In front of him, three screens. Each showed the same image: the grey room in night vision mode.
The picture had a greenish tint—cold and distorted. But every movement, every muscle twitch, every tear was perfectly visible. Andromeda sat in the chair, still in the same position, still tied up. And now... she was trembling.
Lucian's face remained expressionless. A faint clench in his jaw was the only sign of tension, but nothing else betrayed what he felt. His gaze was cold, but… attentive. Mercilessly analytical.
He saw the way her body shook. Her leg twitched slightly, and the blo
