Dane's POV:
I rush in already coiled tight, every step sharp with purpose.
Whoever's sending those pictures—no threats, no demands, just proof—he's playing with me.
Letting me know my girl is being watched. Letting me stew.
I'll deal with him.
First, I need to see Rain.
The second I step into the medical center, I know something's wrong.
People aren't moving normally.
Heads are turned.
Eyes locked on the trauma wing doors like something just detonated inside.
"Where's Rain?" I ask Shayla at the desk.
She shuffles a file she doesn't need.
Doesn't look up.
"Captain," she says quietly, "she just rushed in."
The words don't process at first.
Then they hit me right in my chest.
And something in my chest splits open.
I don't say anything. I just move.
The trauma doors swing open and—
Blood.
So much blood.
For one suspended second, the world tilts sideways.
