Timothy's POV
So little time.
I stared at the sky as dawn broke through the darkness. The night had already passed. Such a brief window to change Perry's mind.
He'd still be seething, too furious to think clearly. But I knew he'd feel the weight of regret once his rage cooled.
Still, it wasn't nearly enough time.
Damn it.
What am I supposed to do?
"Do everything you can to keep them both alive." I watched Marcela's face crumple like she might burst into tears, though she managed a reluctant nod.
The healer had already explained in excruciating detail why this was impossible, but I had to ask anyway.
"I can't make any guarantees, but I'll try my best," Marcela finally whispered.
"Thank you, Marcela."
With that, I left the cell behind, posting a guard with the healer in case she needed assistance.
My next stop was the interrogation room, where I found Cameron sprawled on the bare floor.
The space was completely empty—just four walls and cold stone.
