Emery Volkov's hand trembled as she ended the call with her son, Vaughn. She turned to her husband, Nick Volkov, who was sitting in his usual chair in their expansive living room.
Beside him stood Lucien, Nick's most trusted guard and confidant, a man who had been by his side since he was twenty years old. Lucien had accompanied Nick on almost every mission, and his loyalty was beyond question.
"Why are you still sitting, Nick?" Emery's voice trembled with urgency. "I want to go and see Vaughn immediately."
Nick stood up slowly, walking towards his wife with a calm that only years of facing unimaginable dangers could bring. He reached out and gently patted her head, trying to soothe her. "Wife, we will visit him in the morning. Let him have the rest he needs tonight."
Emery's eyes flashed with anger, her fear turning into a fierce protectiveness. "He almost lost his life, Nick. I don't want to wait. I want to see him now."
