The countdown ticked louder than my heartbeat.
00:58.
00:57.
00:56.
“Move!” I shouted, grabbing Cassian’s wrist and yanking him toward the door.
But he froze—his eyes locked on the screen, on the truck, on the numbers slipping away like the seconds of our lives. “Calla, there are people still in this building.”
That stopped me.
We weren’t the only ones here.
Some of the emergency PR team. Security. The overnight janitor I always smiled at in the hallway.
I turned to Dorian, rage and disbelief colliding in my chest. “You’d kill innocent people just to make a point?”
His expression didn’t change. “Innocence is a luxury no one in this empire has.”
“You’re not destroying Bell Enterprises,” I snapped. “You’re destroying everything our mother shielded us from becoming.”
That landed.
