According to what Uva had asked for, they all waited in tense silence, watching Cain closely for any sign of change.
The atmosphere in the mansion in the corridor of Cain's wing was thick with anticipation, each tick of Henry's wristwatch stretching the seconds unbearably.
At first, Violet had no issue waiting. She stood still, leaning against Cain's beast. Arms crossed, her gaze flicking back and forth between Cain's form and the others. But as the minutes dragged on, her patience thinned, her foot tapping against the polished wooden floor in a restless rhythm.
The shadows cast by the chandelier above swayed slightly as if mirroring her growing anxiety. The longer Cain remained unchanged, the tighter the coil of unease wound in her chest. Every few minutes, she turned to Henry, her voice sharp with urgency.
"How long now?" she asked, her eyes darting toward the watch strapped to his wrist.
