KYMON'S POV
Thinker's wide eyes are staring at Leon's body. Keeper stares too, puzzled. I rub my temples in frustration and go back to take my seat.
I look at Lyriq, who has been standing mute. He too seems to be confounded by the silent screams around the room. "Take his body away and dispose of it in the incinerator."
Lyriq's gaze moves to me, shifts from surprise to confusion and then to comprehension before he nods and drags Leon's body out of the room, leaving a trail of blood behind.
"Why are you here?" I ask dryly, directing it at Keeper, who seems too surprised to remember why he's here.
His eyes move to mine and I can't help but look away at the anger and hatred glowing in them. I pretend to be fascinated by my wrist.
"I only sent for Omega Felix, Patrick, and Williams."
Keeper says nothing, and I look up at him. I notice his clenched fists. The anxiety radiating from him. Something is wrong.
"Keeper." I call, urging him to speak.
