Ronan’s POV
The guard went down hard—one good hit to the stomach, another to the head, and he collapsed, knocked out before he even hit the ground. I dragged him into a nearby storage closet, grabbed his radio, and disabled it. took no more than thirty seconds.
But thirty seconds could mean Alina getting too far ahead of me, reaching the elevator by herself and at risk if more guards showed up.
I hurried after her, rounding the corner just as she reached the service elevator. She had the door open and was about to step inside…
“Wait,” I whispered, catching up. “Let me check first.”
The elevator was empty, thank f**k. We stepped inside together, and I hit the button for the parking garage level. The doors slid closed with agonizing slowness.
“Is he—” Alina started.
“Unconscious. Not
