Mark’s POV
The halls were half-lit, quiet, but my blood roared too loud in my ears to care. I didn’t know where she went. I didn’t care. I just knew she was still here. Somewhere in the belly of this godforsaken place.
Alice.
I stalked through broken doors and bodies, past empty rooms and shattered glass, my boots echoing off the floor like war drums. I didn’t stop. Not even when Hector’s voice buzzed through the comms, telling me to wait, to breathe.
There was no time.
She ran from this.
She lit the match and ran, like she always did.
And I was going to finish what she started.
I hit the basement level when I heard something—bare feet slapping tile. Fast. Panicked.
I turned the corner just as she did.
And there she was.
Alice.
Hair wild, blood on her cheek, eyes like a wild an
