Chapter 87 Strings Of Control

• Tavin and Ivan’s footsteps echo behind me as one of Kane’s soldiers guides us through the mansion’s winding halls. The rhythm is familiar, almost comforting—a cadence I’ve grown used to over these past months. But there’s a tension in the air, thick enough to choke on. Neither of them has said a word since collecting me from the spa, but I caught the way they exchanged glances when I stepped out into the hall with them.
• We pass door after door, each one identical, until finally stopping before a set of heavy wooden double doors. Another pair of guards I don’t recognize stand at attention, their faces impassive as they asses us.
• “This is as far as you go,” the one leading us says to Tavin and Ivan, his voice carrying the weight of authority that comes from serving Kane directly.