Clara's POV
I stood outside Darius's office for a moment, gathering my courage. The hospital gown made me feel exposed, but I refused to wait any longer for answers.
I knocked on the heavy wooden door.
"Enter," came his voice from inside.
I stepped into his office, taking in my surroundings as I moved stiffly but tried to stay controlled. The space was sparse and functional, with no decorations except weapons mounted on the walls. Maps and strategic plans covered his desk. Everything here had a purpose.
Darius didn't look up immediately from the papers spread in front of him, making me wait. I could feel his presence like a weight in the room, commanding attention even when he wasn't giving it.
"Leave us," he told someone behind me. I heard footsteps and the soft click of the door cl
