The hospital suite's door loomed before Kael, its reinforced steel unyielding under the corridor's sterile lights.
His knocks had gone unanswered, the silence from within growing heavier with each passing second.
Freya and Rhea flanked him, their faces taut—Freya's blue eyes sharp behind her shades, Rhea's amber gaze burning with barely contained heat.
Kael's chest tightened, a primal dread clawing at his gut.
Something was wrong.
"Enough waiting," Freya said, her voice low, icy.
She stepped forward, her hand glowing with frost, the air around it crackling as the temperature plunged. "Move."
Kael stepped aside, his breath fogging in the sudden chill.
Freya pressed her palm to the lock, ice spreading like veins across the metal panel.
A sharp crack split the silence as the mechanism froze solid, then shattered under her grip.
She shoved the door open, the hinges groaning, shards of ice clinking to the floor.
