Valerius
Valerius watched from the observation window as his son stood protectively over the incubator containing the hybrid infant, and felt something he hadn’t experienced in decades: complete loss of control. The rescue teams had breached his facility, his security forces were either dead or had turned against him, and now his own son was actively protecting the research subjects he’d planned to eliminate.
“Cassian,” he said through the intercom, his voice carrying the cold authority that had commanded supernatural courts for centuries. “Step away from the infant. Now.”
“No, Father.” Cassian didn’t even look toward the observation window. “I won’t let you murder a baby.”
Through the facility’s communication system, Valerius could hear reports from his remaining security teams—all of
