The cold breeze whipped around Roman as he stepped out of the hospital room, his towering frame tense, his jaw clenched in barely-contained fury. The hallway lights above buzzed softly, casting a sterile glow that contrasted starkly with the dark storm simmering behind his blue eyes.
His fingers dove into his coat pocket with controlled urgency, pulling out his phone. A quick swipe and he dialed Williams number without hesitation.
He brought the phone to his ear, his breaths slow and deliberate, as though he was restraining himself from exploding right there in the corridor. The line rang once, then again, and then it connected.
"Rome?"
"Where are you?" Roman asked, his voice low and sharp, slicing through the receiver with cold precision.
There was a brief pause, then the familiar voice of Williams came through, laced with fatigue and caution. "Fariah Mountain."
Roman's stare hardened on the floor beneath his feet.
"I'll be leaving soon," Williams added.
