Lana's POV
I followed Maya into the corridor, my legs already moving faster than my thoughts could keep up with, and it was several strides before I realized my hands were empty. No bag, no vials, no instruments. Nothing but the panic climbing up my throat and the sound of my own footsteps against the stone floor.
I stopped so abruptly that Maya nearly collided with me.
"Go ahead," I told her, already turning back the way I'd come. "Tell whoever's with him that I'm coming. I need my bag. I can't treat him with nothing in my hands."
She hesitated only a second before nodding and breaking into a run toward the east wing, her omega instincts apparently overriding whatever fear had put that look on her face in the first place. I admired that about her, even in that fractured moment the abi
