Chapter 125.
Ethan looked him over, then nodded to Augustin. "Lock him in the secure suite. Room 905. I want guards on the door and surveillance on every inch of that hallway. If he sneezes, I want to know it."
Augustin walked up behind Wryn. "Move."
Wryn obeyed with trembling legs.
Adrian approached Ethan as they watched them disappear into the elevator.
"That symbol... it confirms it," he whispered. "Doctor Naehr is making a move. But this is too clumsy for him. He’s precise. Surgical. Someone else is pushing Wryn around."
"Which means we’re still two steps behind," Ethan said darkly.
Adrian glanced around at the scattered chaos in the hallway. "We need to decode that drive. And figure out who this ’Benefactor’ is."
Leclair had faced death squads. Board meetings with psychotic shareholders. Even Ethan’s terrifying temper at 7:00 AM without coffee.
But nothing—not war, not power struggles, not even baby spit—could have prepared him for what it meant to babysit twins. Not just any twins. Seraphina and Aurelius, the genetic culmination of Adrian’s angelic softness and Ethan’s tyrannical dominion.
They were both beautiful, like hand-crafted sculptures in baby form. Black curls, deep dark eyes, and coos so sweet that strangers cried. But beneath that cherubic exterior?
Two evil gremlins in matching onesies.
"How hard could it be?" Isaac had shrugged hours ago, tossing his jacket aside like he was about to spend a cozy evening playing peek-a-boo and sipping tea.