Zane POV
“Alpha Zane!”
Never, in all the years he had been working for me, had I heard such a sound of panic in Hans’s voice.
I looked up and out my window. Hans wasn’t in the house. I saw him frantically waving at me over by the poppy garden almost a mile away.
I ran down the stairs and out of the villa without any thought other than to get to Hans. I could see him talking on his phone and assumed it was emergency services. The path went up a slight rise, and I saw then two women lying on the path, both of them contorted with spasms.
One was Mavis, and the other, oh, goddess, was Sarah. I had almost reached them when I heard the sirens.
“Sarah!” I shouted as I skidded to a stop and knelt beside her. She was sweating profusely, and her hand clamped down on mine.
“Hurts,” she croake
