Kendrick's gaze lingered on Zephany for a moment. She looked nervous, unsure, not the kind of person you'd expect at a high-profile event like this. He watched her approach Pia, who immediately linked arms with her like a protective older sister. He almost smiled. Almost.
"You're late," he muttered under his breath, as if Zephany could hear him through the screen. "But at least you're here."
He leaned back slightly, rubbing the back of his neck. His posture was relaxed, but his mind was moving fast. He wasn't supposed to be watching this event so closely. Not today. But Cassius had sent him a quiet message that morning, no explanation, just coordinates and a time. Kendrick knew better than to ignore it.
He glanced at another screen showing an exterior view of the hotel. The crowd had begun to settle down after the ribbon was cut, but something else caught his eye. A shadow, near the edge of the frame. Movement that didn't belong.
