Julian was being held in a private care facility less than a ten-minute drive from the villa.
Calling it a "facility" was a stretch; it was an independent building under Dominic's name. Men in black suits patrolled the perimeter, and two black SUVs sat in the courtyard, engines idling, with people inside.
When Drake led Avery in, the hallway was deathly silent, save for a nurse pushing a medicine cart. The wheels let out a faint, rhythmic squeak against the linoleum.
The room was on the second floor. From the window, she could see the courtyard below. Julian was leaning against the pillows, looking peaceful in his sleep.
Avery sat by his side for a while. He looked so still, so untouchable.
Drake stood at the doorway, checking his watch every few minutes.
"Why move him?" Avery asked.
