Thoren
The car idled outside the hotel like it didn’t want to be here either.
I sat in the backseat, one leg bouncing, eyes fixed on the front doors while Kael disappeared inside. He was supposed to be five minutes—ten tops. Get Bethany and the boy, escort them to the car, and get to the lab to let this whole farce fall apart under a microscope.
Fifteen minutes ticked by.
Then my phone buzzed.
Kael: You’re going to want to come up.
I cursed under my breath and grabbed the door handle.
“Stay here,” I told the driver, already striding toward the entrance.
The front desk staff recognized me instantly—too quickly. Bethany must’ve used my name when she checked in. My jaw clenched at that.
Kael met me at the elevator on the fifth floor, his expression tight.
“She says Jonas is too sick
