C13 ICE THIRTEEN: CODE RED.

MADISON'S POV:

I knew something was catastrophically wrong the moment his face turned the color of old parchment.

Not just pale—ghostly. Like someone had drained every drop of blood from his veins and replaced it with milk.

At first, my cynical brain kicked in. This had to be theatrics. Maybe seeing that official document had triggered some kind of melodramatic breakdown