AUTHOR’S POV
The cold, metallic air inside the basement surveillance room felt entirely devoid of oxygen. Leo leaned heavily against the edge of the steel desk, clutching his chest as he took short, frantic gasps of air. Panic completely consumed his nervous system.
His vision blurred at the edges, and the glowing blue light from the surrounding computer monitors did absolutely nothing to ground his spiraling mind.
A soft, frantic pair of hands grabbed his shaking shoulders. Mia stepped directly into his line of sight. She wore her black and white maid's uniform, the apron stretched tightly over the visible bump of her pregnant stomach. Her dark eyes were wide with sheer terror.
"Breathe, Leo. Please, you have to calm down and breathe," Mia begged, her voice a desperate, hushed whispe
