"Sir, we have a problem."
A guard burst into the room, his face pale. "Dr. Prescott has escaped custody. He's fighting his way through the building. He's heading this way."
Dr. Marquette frowned. "How did he escape? He was supposed to be in a silver lined cell."
"He had help. Multiple Council guards turned on us. They're fighting alongside him."
The guard from yesterday. The kind one who said not everyone agreed with Blackthorn. He'd kept his word about having allies.
Dr. Marquette cursed and grabbed her tablet. "Seal this section. Lock down all entrances. We can't let him reach the girl."
"Too late."
The door exploded inward. Owen stood in the doorway, his eyes pure gold, his face splattered with blood that wasn't his. He took in the scene, me strapped to the table covered in cuts
