Chapter 83 Hatred

Gideon collapsed to his knees in the viewing room, his body hunched forward, his hands clutching his chest so tightly that his fingers seemed to dig into his flesh.

His bloodshot eyes remained wide open, refusing to blink, as though closing them would cause him to miss even a second of the horror playing out before him.

Beside him, Declan was drenched in sweat.

Yet even that physical toll was noth