Lawrence POV

In the hospital lounge, Camilla clutched the edge of the table, her face pallid. Her lips were quivering and her knuckles were white, but her eyes The fire roaring inside me was matched by the anger in her eyes.

She glared at me and yelled, "We're wasting time." According to Raymond, he has Mira. Every moment we are here is an additional moment she is in danger.

I gritted my teeth and said, "I know," trying to maintain my composure for her. However, she won't benefit from ...