AIDEN POV
The corridor was worse than the room.
And I hated it, because it was organized too f*****g well.
People who improvised made noise. They forgot things. They left locks half-fitted into old stone and trusted drugs too much.
People who organized built corridors like this.
Straight lines.
Blind corners.
Cameras every few meters.
Enough light to make shadows useless.
Enough silence to make every chain dragging from our wrists sound like a blaring alarm.
Keres took half a step forward, uncaring about getting caught. Hell, Samael was probably looking forward to a fight.
I caught his arm just in time to stop him.
His head turned slowly toward me, and for a second Samael looked out through his eyes instead of my brother.
“What?”
“Don’t step into the camera line.”
His gaze c
