Mason’s POV
The drive from the Knight Industries headquarters to the hospital was a blur of red lights and screeching tires. My mind raced with thoughts of retribution for Josh and Bianca, their faces burning with every mile I drove. My hands gripped the steering wheel tightly, knuckles white under the strain.
Just as I was about to make a turn toward the hospital, my phone rang. It was Marco.
“Where are you?” Marco’s voice crackled through the speaker, tense and urgent.
“I’m on my way to the hospital,” I said, trying to keep my tone steady. “I need to see Elle.”
“Mason, you need to pull over, Dont panic just pullover and listen okay..” Marco’s voice was sharp, commanding. “I’ve just received critical information about Elle.”
I felt a cold dread seep through me. “What’s happened?”
