Cassian’s POV
"Clear the floor!" Noah’s voice boomed over the clinic’s intercom system, his tone dripping with a lethal, alpha authority that turned the air icy.
"Every civilian, every staff, out! If you are still in this building in sixty seconds, you will be considered an enemy and you will not survive."
Panic erupted. The sound of fleeing footsteps and shattering glass filled the hallways as people scrambled to obey. I didn't care. I moved like a blur, scenting the air for Aria. My knuckles were already stained dark with the blood of Julian’s men who dared to block my path.
I reached the surgical wing first, kicking the heavy steel doors off their hinges. I expected to see Aria strapped to a table, her skin glowing with that void-touched black. Instead, the room was empty.
