Kira’s POV
I’ve come this far. There’s no turning back now.
My stomach was still trying to crawl up my throat from dinner. I kept seeing it on replay…those heads lolling across the marble floor like someone had bowled a bunch of wet watermelons. The wet thump when one hit the leg of a chair. The way the blood spread in lazy, dark fingers across the tiles.
Remembering how gory the scene from earlier was, I gagged so hard my eyes watered, and Adrian’s arm clamped around my waist like a steel bar, holding me upright.
“You okay?” he murmured against my hair.
I didn’t answer. Because right then a tall figure had started walking straight toward us through the chaos…calm, steady, white coat slung over one shoulder like he was heading into a regular Tuesday shift at the hospital instead of st
