"He won't escape me. I'll drag him back myself. Just rest for now."
Ryan stormed out, his expression turning stormy as he barked at Mark: "Find Francis—I want him breathing or in a body bag."
Mark suppressed a shiver. In all his years serving Ryan, he'd never seen the man this ice-cold furious. He immediately warned his team to move like shadows and stay clear of the brewing tempest.
After issuing orders, Ryan returned to find Valerie tossing in a feverish half-sleep, her brow glistening with sweat. Her lips moved soundlessly, trapped in some invisible horror. The sight made his chest constrict.
With a sigh, he slid beside her and touched her shoulder—only for her fingers to suddenly latch onto his wrist like a drowning woman clutching driftwood.
"Save me... please..."
The broken ple
