Damon's POV
Water hits my chest like a cold slap, and every step feels like I'm walking through f*****g quicksand. My shoulder throbs where that bullet tore through muscle, blood mixing with the murky flood until I can't tell what's mine anymore.
"Seven minutes remaining," the facility's voice announces through crackling speakers. "All personnel evacuate immediately."
Seven minutes until this whole place goes boom. Perfect.
"You still with us?" I ask Derek over my shoulder.
"Yeah, but the voices are getting louder," he gasps, one hand pressed against his temple. "Keep telling me to turn around."
"Don't listen to that s**t," Marcus says, keeping Derek upright as we push through the corridor. "Focus on getting out."
But I'm not focused on getting out. I'm focused on her.
Through the
