Diana’s POV
Smoke poured from beneath the door in thick, choking clouds. I pressed my ear against the wood, straining to hear.
"Damian?" I called again, my voice rising with panic. "Answer me, baby!"
I heard coughing at first, small and distant, then... nothing. The silence tore through me like a knife.
"He's not answering," I whispered, my hands shaking as I rattled the door again. "Ryan, he's not answering anymore!"
Before I could say another word, Ryan shoved me aside, his face set with determination. He backed up several paces, then charged forward, ramming his shoulder against the door with all his strength. The wood groaned but held.
"Again!" I urged, my heart hammering in my chest.
Ryan's eyes flashed with an almost feral intensity as he backed up farther this time. He launch
