I took the bottle Alex offered, unscrewed the lid, and lifted it to my lips, trying to steady my thoughts as I drank. The corridor remained quiet for a moment, until faint footsteps echoed from the elevator's direction, carrying a pressure that immediately stirred my instincts. I paused mid-sip and glanced toward the source out of reflex rather than intention.
The moment my eyes landed on the figures approaching, I choked slightly, the water catching in my throat.
Elliot and Rey had arrived without warning.
Elliot moved forward with long, controlled strides, his presence expanding through the corridor like a commanding force. His aura alone was enough to make those nearby instinctively step aside, their bodies reacting before their minds could catch up. There was no need for him to announce himself—his dominance spoke first, settling over the space with quiet authority.
Why is he here?
