The rumble of an engine echoed through the empty garage less than ten minutes later.
Kane didn't lift his head. Couldn't bring himself to.
Tires screeched against concrete as the Lamborghini swung into the space, headlights cutting through the dimness before dying.
A car door slammed.
Footsteps pounded toward him—fast, urgent.
"Kane!"
Cyrus dropped to his knees beside him, hands immediately framing Kane's tear-streaked face.
"I'm here. I'm right here."
Kane couldn't speak. Could only stare at Cyrus through blurred vision, nine tails curled protectively around himself like a wounded animal.
Cyrus pulled him up in one smooth motion, gathering Kane against his chest with devastating gentleness.
That broke him completely.
Kane's fingers twisted in Cyrus's shirt, clinging with desperate strength as sobs wracked through his frame.
His face pressed into the hollow of Cyrus's throat, tears soaking expensive fabric.
