Elsewhere, on a private, unknown starship hurtling through the void towards Planet Xylos, Ethan Goelet slammed his fists against the table.
The surveillance footage played on the screen before him. It was transmitted live via quantum relay now that he was finally within range of the planet's communication network.
The feed was still a little grainy, piggybacking on the employee dormitory's security systems.
But it was clear enough to show exactly what he didn't want to see.
Grayson was kissing Neville.
In the corridor outside Room 4410.
Ethan's teeth ground together so hard his jaw ached.
The timestamp showed it had happened just a few minutes ago. Which meant that Grayson had been inside Neville's apartment for hours before that.
Hours of... what?
His imagination ran wild, painting scenarios that made Ethan's blood boil.
When the door had finally opened, both men had looked a little disheveled in his opinion.
