KNOX
"The prisoner has escaped. I repeat, the prisoner has escaped. Get word to the Alpha now!"
The voice echoed through the mindlink as I strode toward Dante's office. I ignored it, knocked once on the door, and stepped inside.
Something smashed the wall immediately I took a step in. I flinched, staring at the shattered champagne glass on the ground next to me.
I paused at the doorway, brows rising. Dante sat at the edge of his desk, and the room was chaos itself—files scattered across the floor, the center table shattered, glass shards everywhere. The couch had been torn apart, its foam exposed like raw stuffing.
"What is the meaning of this?" I murmured, stepping carefully around the shards. I bent over to pick up two pieces of glass, refusing to meet Dante's gaze.
Of course, I could feel his eyes on me. The judgment, accusation, and something darker simmering there. I didn't want to look; I couldn't trust myself to handle whatever else might be waiting there.
