The drive to the clinic was smooth, the hum of the car's engine blending into the quiet luxury of the interior. Damien sat with one leg crossed over the other, his expression unreadable as he gazed out the window, watching the city blur past.
Elysia sat beside him, silent as always. She hadn't questioned anything—not his decision, not his outfit, not even his unspoken anticipation. She simply understood.
Blackthorne Villa was a fortress, isolated from the rest of society, but the clinic was nestled within one of the city's most exclusive districts. A place where money dictated survival, where only the most elite had access to services deemed unnecessary by the average citizen.
The moment the car rolled to a stop, the doors were already being opened.
"Welcome to Orpheus Medical Center," a warm, practiced voice greeted them.
