Roland stood up from the bench, staring at the steel door in front of him.
This wasn't the door he wanted to open.
He stepped closer, knocking softly. The guard stationed outside slid open the small viewing hatch.
"I want to speak with Officer Voss," Roland said.
The guard hesitated for a second before leaving without a word. From the opposite bench, Rianor watched his brother in silence. He already knew what Roland was going to ask for.
A few minutes later, Voss arrived. He stood at the threshold without stepping inside.
The night outside the cell already felt colder than before.
"I want to see my sister," Roland said. "Rumina Sudrath. She's being treated in the Empire's specialized hospital."
Voss furrowed his brow. "I don't have authorization for that."
A voice echoed from the corridor behind him. "I can authorize it."
Anastasia hadn't gone far. Her black wolf-fur mantle remained draped flawlessly over her shoulder as she approached.
