Dorgan
I barely register the murmurs from the crowd. All I see is her walking away.
Pan is dragging her like she's some fragile thing about to shatter. The SEALs flanking them, cutting her off from me completely.
No. No.
Before I know what I'm doing, I'm off the podium, boots hitting the dirt hard as I push through the crowd. Someone calls after me—Bells maybe—but I don't stop.
I can't. I won't. I run. Burst through the doors and out into the woods. Ahead, I catch sight of them—Pan, Sasha, the SEALs.
"Pan!" I bark. My voice shatters the tense, heavy air. "Let her go!"
Pan spins, ready to fight, but Sasha touches his arm.
"It's fine," she says, her voice soft. Broken. Pan growls low, but steps back, unwilling.
The SEALs shift, giving us space but still hovering like sentries. Sasha
