REIGN'S POV
"Easy!" Sonya pushes me back down. "The doctor said no sudden movements. You'll tear your stitches."
"How the f**k did my father escape?" I demand, my voice rough with fury.
"Inside help," Landon says grimly. "One of the guards at the transport facility was on his payroll. Guy named Pascal Davis, been working security for two years, seemed loyal. Apparently Garrick's been paying him on the side for months, just waiting for the right moment."
Perfect. Just f*****g perfect.
"Where's Davis now?"
"In custody. Singing like a canary to avoid harsher charges. But Garrick had a head start. We've got warriors tracking him, but so far, nothing. He's gone to ground."
I slam my fist against the bed rail, ignoring the spike of pain in my chest. "That son of a b***h. After everything
