Rhys
The rest of the ride to the hospital passed in a blur of high-pitched sirens and the rhythmic, terrifying hiss of the oxygen mask covering Kayden's face.
Now that he was stabilized, thanks to my soothing pheromones and the paramedics' intervention, his body was finally still after that violent seizure.
I took a moment to look at my phone. My hands were still stained with Julius's blood, the dark smears drying on the screen as I swiped it open.
The internet was on fire; we were trending on every single social media platform. As expected, the investigator had done exactly what I asked. He had released the full video—the one Julius had used to frame Kayden.
It showed everything Kayden had been forced to face during his time with the Westbridge Falcons: the verbal abuse, the way Julius had cornered him, and the exact moment Kayden had fought back after being pushed to his absolute limit.
