Grayson
The rescue vehicles raced down the mountain road as the final minutes of the countdown ticked away. Grayson held Ravyn close in the back of the lead SUV, feeling her exhaustion through the mate bond while Dr. Kellner monitored Hope’s condition in the portable incubator between them.
“Four minutes remaining until facility destruction.”
The computerized voice from the facility’s communication system still reached them through their tactical radios, a grim reminder of how close they’d come to being trapped in Valerius’s final gambit.
“How much further to safe distance?” Kane asked from the driver’s seat, pushing their vehicle to its limits on the winding mountain roads.
“Another two miles should put us beyond the blast radius,” Victoria replied from the second vehicle. “Assuming
