OUT OF TIME
The murmurs in the room grew louder, a mixture of anger, sorrow, and uncertainty. Kade’s voice cut through the rising clamour, cold and dismissive. “No one gets to decide what happens now, Adrian. Not after everything you’ve done.”
Adrian’s expression hardened, his eyes narrowing. “This isn’t about me,” he said, his tone resolute yet tinged with regret. “It’s about all of us—and about setting things right.”
Lorne, who had been silent until now, spoke in a low voice that barely rose above a whisper. “We’re running out of time.”
The heavy silence was relieved only by the sound of footsteps somewhere and the soft rustling of papers. Flora's mind raced: every moment, every second, could be their last. Callum was out there-a relentless force that would stop at nothing to replace
