Ravyn
The medical examination table was cold against her back, and the restraints were different here—more sophisticated, designed with supernatural strength in mind. Dr. Kellner moved around her with clinical efficiency, but Ravyn could see the exhaustion in the doctor’s movements, the way her hands trembled slightly as she prepared her equipment.
“How many died in the facility collapse?” Ravyn asked quietly.
Dr. Kellner’s hands stilled for a moment. “I don’t know what you mean.”
“The prisoners who weren’t in our transport. The ones who were left behind when Valerius triggered his failsafes.” Ravyn kept her voice steady, though fury was building in her chest. “How many people did you let die?”
“The evacuation was carefully planned,” Dr. Kellner said, but her voice lacked conviction.
