Lance reached for the surgical knife resting on the tray, the blade catching the sterile light as he flicked it free. With a sharp swipe, he cut through the restraints binding Soren's wrists.
The Omega flinched, his hands falling limply to his sides, trembling. Lance's fingers trailed over his shoulders as he circled him like a predator testing the fragility of its prey, his touch slow, deliberate, brimming with malice.
"I suppose by now you've pieced it together," Lance drawled, his tone almost mocking. "Our existence—immortals who have witnessed every drop of blood spilled between Enigmas and Pureblood Alphas since the dawn of time."
Bitterness burned Ryley's tongue, forcing words out through clenched teeth. "Witnessed? Don't joke with me—you're not just watching it happen!" he spat, thrashing weakly against his restraints. "You are the reason this war has never ended!"
