Makayla could feel the weight pressing down on her chest, a suffocating pressure that wouldn’t let up no matter how many deep breaths she took.
They were running out of time.
She knew it.
Every second wasted was another step Gino took into the abyss, another piece of him lost to whatever had taken him.
She couldn’t let that happen.
She wouldn’t.
Mikhail stood beside her, unmoving, unreadable, but she could feel the tension in him. The way his jaw was clenched, the way his muscles were taut, like he was barely holding himself together.
He felt it too.
Vivienne, however, wasn’t as quiet.
“This is stupid,” she muttered, rubbing at her throat. The bruises from Gino’s grip were already starting to form, dark and ugly against her skin. “We should be coming up with a real plan, not runni
