I sprinted down the final service corridor, the cool night air hitting my face, sharp with the salt and iodine scent of the sea. Isabella was a lead weight in my arms, her body unnaturally slack. My lungs burned, but the only agony I registered was the terrible, cold panic that she was too still.

"Cove B, immediate extraction!" Domenico roared into his comms, running backward ahead of me, his focus split between security and medical triage. "Enzo, hold the perimeter! Do not let a single shadow ...