Damian's POV
The screens showed everything.
Farrell's vehicles coming through the rear approach — fast, organised, lights cutting through the dark grounds. The seven at the main entrance, now inside the building, spreading through the ground floor with the systematic movement of people who had a floor plan.
And Sophia.
On the east wing camera — the one that covered the secondary corridor — she was running.
Not toward the panic room. Away from the east wing. Away from the direction she'd come from.
Away from something.
I looked at the east wing camera more carefully.
Behind Sophia — further back in the corridor, not yet visible but present in the way presences are present when the person being followed moves with that specific urgency — something.
Someone.
"Damian," Lena said besi
