But just as quickly as his attention had wandered, he withdrew his gaze, his countenance returning to its usual air of indifference.
It wasn't until the car had started to take him away from the scene that he voiced his thoughts, addressing Lucas with a hint of concern in his voice.
"Yves Maraz must have regained consciousness. How is he?" he asked.
Lucas hesitated for a moment before replying, choosing his words carefully. "He woke up and asked for water, Sir. Perhaps you would like to review the security camera footage to ascertain his condition further?"
"Show me," Clyde curtly commanded, and the rear seat screen came to life.
As the footage played out, Clyde couldn't help but almost scoff with cold detachment when he witnessed the blond Omega idly sitting on the bed, his fingers seemingly toying with the chain around his ankle.