Noah's POV
"Sofia, grab the pipe!" I roared over the thunderous, violent roar of the water breaking through the glass.
The pressure of ten thousand tons of raging river water detonated the safety windows, sending a terrifying wall of dark, freezing water rushing directly into the concrete room. Shards of glass, iron grates, and heavy control panels were torn from their mountings instantly.
I didn't care about the water. I didn't care about the cold or the concrete cracking beneath my boots.
My eyes were locked on two things: Sofia, who was being lifted off her feet by the violent surge, and the yellow blanket in Aria’s arms.
"NOAH!" Sofia’s scream was cut short as a wave of muddy water hit her chest, sweeping her backward toward the splintered wooden doorway.
I lunged through
