Cole's POV
I didn’t think. I didn’t even breathe.
All I knew was that I was running out of that damned facility, out of the suffocating smell of blood and chemicals, with Esme limp in my arms.
Her body jerked violently against me as if she was trying to fight something deep inside her. I tightened my hold, pushing past the doors, ignoring the alarm sirens blaring from behind. The night air hit me sharp and cold. For a second, I almost staggered.
Raid was waiting by the car, already yelling orders into his earpiece. His men moved around us. I shoved open the back door, climbed in with her still in my arms, and barked, “Move!”
He slid into the passenger seat as I slammed my foot on the pedal. The tires screeched.
“Call him,” I said. My voice came out low, dangerous, calm — the kind o
