The private wing of the Matching Centre was quiet except for the soft beeping of monitors. Nathan was still unconscious.
Viktor and Luka had left twenty minutes ago. They had no reason to stay for more seconds anyway, especially Viktor. The last place he would want to be was here, with a Caldwell. He came here because of Elias. If he hadn't, Elias would have followed Nathan and been with him till he opened his eyes. The thought of that made his blood boil.
The hallway still smelled faintly of antiseptic and it was empty. Only a few people were allowed into the private wing.
A heavy door opened at the far end. Mr Raymond walked in first, coat unbuttoned, silver hair perfect even at this hour. Behind him came his eldest son, Daniel Caldwell. He was tall, gentle-eyed, wearing the same tired smile he always had when business went wrong again.
Raymond didn't knock. He didn't have to, not when his son's life was in danger.
