Mezos entered like a shadow with military training, crossed the room in five controlled strides, and placed the loaded injection gun on the low table within Arik's reach. His expression did not move. His eyes did not linger on Liam curled against Arik's chest. He did not ask questions, did not take inventory, did not allow the scene to become anything a person could later retell.
He only said, "Compatible dose. Selwyn marked the safety seal in blue."
Then he turned and left.
The door closed behind him.
Liam stared after him.
For a long second, he seemed almost unable to process the lack of reaction.
Then his fingers tightened in Arik's shirt again, smaller this time. Less panic. More disbelief.
"He didn't look," Liam whispered.
"No."
"He always looks like he knows everything."
"That is his job as chief of my security and shadow."
"But he didn't look."
"He knows when not to."
Liam swallowed.
