Kira's POV
Watching my mate tear through this hellhole on multiple security screens feels like the world's most twisted movie night. Dr. Vasquez stands beside me, her perfectly manicured fingers dancing across her tablet while she barks orders into her headset like some deranged conductor leading an orchestra of chaos.
"Unit Seven, redirect to Sub-level Two. The subjects are moving toward the integration lab," she says, her voice still calm as ice despite the fact that her precious facility is falling apart around her ears.
On the main monitor, I watch Damon slam a guard against the wall so hard the camera shakes. Through our mate bond, his rage hits me like a physical blow. He's hurt, bleeding, but moving with deadly precision that makes my heart race for entirely different reasons tha
