They were all watching now.
The Council.
Darius Kane.
Lady Seraphine Voss.
Even my own staff moved more carefully, eyes lowered, as if they could feel the shift in power radiating from this room.
But the most intense gaze belonged to the man on the bed.
I had left the observation glass fully transparent today. Justin could see everything — the monitors, the corridor beyond, the faint red glow of security cameras. He knew he was being watched by the entire clinic. He knew the realm was searching for him while he lay here, naked and leaking, under my complete control.
I stood beside the bed in my white coat, arms crossed, studying him.
He was still in the kneeling position I had left him in — thighs spread, hands behind his back, body trembling with the effort of holding it. Sweat rolle
