Jack’s scream hit me so hard my entire body folded.
My knees slammed into the cracked floor. My palms scraped across concrete as I clawed forward without thinking, driven by something deeper than instinct. His voice tore through my skull again, raw with agony. The bond burned like a live wire under my skin.
“Jack,” I gasped. “I am here. I am coming. I am right here.”
I dragged myself toward the door, nails carving lines through dust and old blood. Every breath hurt. Every inch closer made the pressure in my chest spike. A pull. A hook. A demand.
Beau grabbed me around the waist and jerked me back so hard I lost air.
“No,” he snapped. His voice shook with something I had never heard from him before. Not anger. Not fear. Something far more desperate. “Lainey, stop. You will tear your mi
