Tyler POV
The facility's walls scream when my claws tear through reinforced steel, but the sound that really gets to me is Brittany's voice fracturing across our bond like breaking glass. She's fighting to hold herself together while that damned suppression field tries to scatter her consciousness back into a million pieces, and every fragment that slips away feels like losing part of my own soul.
"Tyler, the weapon." Her voice cuts out mid-sentence, and I taste blood that I've bitten through my own tongue.
"I've got you, love," I growl into the bond, pouring every ounce of my Bridge-Breaker abilities into keeping her coherent. "Stay with me."
Ashley's copper hair whips around her face as she drops from the ventilation shaft, silver bullets whistling past her ears. "The north corridor'
