Hey guys! Sorry I didn't post much! I wish you all a very happy new year and I promise I'll upload more since my exams are done.
Anyway this chapter starts drom after keifer landed and is currently breaking in.
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Keifer POV
Service Substation, East Wing
I didn't enter through the front.
That would've been stupid
I followed the pull down into concrete and heat, through a maintenance hatch that smelled like oil and stagnant water. The kind of place nobody guards because nobody thinks anyone would be desperate enough to use it.
They were wrong.
The bond wasn't abstract anymore.
It was directional.
Left meant wrong. Right meant closer. Down meant pain in my chest easing by fractions.
She was below.
I moved fast but quiet, counting breaths, counting turns. I passed conduit lines stamped with medical identifiers, backup generators humming too steadily to be safe.
This place ran on redundancy.
Which meant it hated disruption.
Good.
I slipped into the access corridor just as the lights flickered for the first time.
Not me.
Her.
Jay POV
Containment
The lights dimmed again, and this time it wasn't subtle.
Something deep in the building shifted, like the structure itself had flinched.
Kaizer froze.
Not fully. Just enough.
That was when I knew this wasn't a drill or a test or another manipulation.
Something external had entered the equation.
My son rolled—slow, deliberate—and a strange calm settled over my spine.
He's inside.
Not coming.
Inside.
Keifer POV
East Wing — Maintenance Spine
The alarms started late.
That told me everything.
This facility wasn't built to handle surprises — it was built to control variables. Once something unpredictable happened, the systems lagged.
I triggered the first overload manually, rerouting power through a diagnostic loop that wasn't meant to hold load.
Lights went red.
Emergency systems kicked in.
Doors hesitated.
That hesitation was all I needed.
The pull snapped sharp.
Straight ahead.
Her room.
Jay POVClinical Containment
Kaizer said something I didn't hear.
The guards shifted, confused, their certainty cracking as the room dipped into emergency lighting.
The restraints warmed against my skin.
Not enough to hurt. Enough to weaken.
I didn't smile.
I waited.
Then—
The impact hit the door.
Not wild.
Targeted.
Controlled.
My breath left me in a rush I couldn't stop.
That's him.
Keifer POVContainment Level Door
The door fought me.
I respected that.
Then I broke it anyway.
Metal screamed. The frame bent inward, systems already compromised by the overload. One more hit and the lock failed completely.
The door gave.
Red light flooded out.
And there she was.
Alive.
Restrained.
Furious.
The pull collapsed into certainty so sharp it hurt.
Jay POVClinical Containment
When I saw him, the room stopped being a cage.
It became temporary.
"You're late," I said, because if I didn't joke, I might fall apart.
He didn't slow. Didn't hesitate.
"I had to be careful," he said. "I'm not leaving without you."
That wasn't bravado.
That was the plan.
Keifer POVClinical Containment
I didn't look at anyone else.
Didn't need to.
I broke the remaining restraint, steadying her automatically when she swung her legs down.
"Can you walk?" I asked.
"Yes," she said immediately.
Good.
That meant we stayed mobile.
That meant we lived.