Rider’s POV
“What was that?”
I said it out loud the first time I heard the scream, sharp and sudden, tearing through the halls, and I paused with my hand on the edge of my desk, telling myself it was nothing, telling myself it was just the heat, telling myself she had brought this on herself.
“It’s just the heat,” I muttered to the empty room. “She’ll be fine.”
Then I heard it again.
This time it wasn’t just a sound. This time it dug into my chest and twisted, and before I could stop myself I was already on my feet, the papers on my desk forgotten as I walked out.
I barely made it down the corridor before Declan appeared in front of me, his face tight, his shoulders tense.
“Don’t,” he said immediately, holding up a hand. “This is not the time.”
I frowned at him. “Move.”
“She’s not
