Aiden's blood was still boiling.
He could feel it in the way his jaw stayed tight, in the way his fingers flexed at his sides like he needed to hit something just to release the pressure building inside him. The image of the people behind the glass refused to leave his mind. Some of them barely looked conscious. Others sat completely still, eyes hollow in a way that made something twist violently in his chest.
And the worst part?
Everyone in that room acted like it was normal.
Like it was business.
Noah stood beside him near the corridor entrance, expression unreadable again, but Aiden knew him well enough now to notice the difference. The stillness in Noah wasn't calm. It was restraint. The dangerous kind.
Aiden exhaled sharply. "Tell me you have more than half a plan."
Noah's eyes remained fixed toward the room. "We use the breach."
"You keep saying that."
"Because it's our only opening."
