Adrian's POV
"Who the f**k is R?" Sophia's frustrated voice echoed through the garage.
I wiped sweat from my forehead, glancing at Elijah. His face had gone ashen, a thin sheen of sweat coating his skin. The makeshift bandage on his leg was soaked through with blood and something else—a yellowish discharge that meant infection.
"We need to move," I said, cutting through the tension. "Elijah's leg is getting worse."
"I'm fine," he growled, but his eyes told a different story. Pain. Fever. The beginning stages of sepsis if we didn't act fast.
Michael looked up from where he was cradling Tiara. "Where do we go? Every safe house is compromised."
My mind raced through options, discarding each as quickly as they came. Then it hit me.
"There's an abandoned clinic three blocks from here," I
