Aiden Knight's POV
The young man's fist trembles in my grip. His face contorts with shock as he realizes he can't break free from my hold. Around us, the security team tenses, hands moving toward concealed weapons.
"Who the hell are you?" Connor's brother snarls, trying to wrench his arm away.
I release him with just enough force to send him staggering backward. "Someone who's here to save your brother's life."
Raymond Walsh steps between us, his cold eyes never leaving my face. "Marcus, stand down." His voice carries absolute authority. "Dr. Chen, you mentioned a theory."
"Crimson Lotus poisoning." The words hit the room like a physical blow. Several of the security team exchange glances. Even Raymond's mask of control slips for a moment.
"Impossible," Marcus spits. "That poison hasn't existed for decades."
"Neither have most of the symptoms your brother is displaying." I move toward the private room. "But someone got creative with a synthetic version."
