Scarlett

The packhouse dissolved into controlled chaos, medical staff rushing in, their footsteps echoing urgently through the hallways.

Nina’s trembling body consumed my entire focus, her fragile form seeming to collapse inward, overwhelmed by whatever Jack had begun to reveal.

“Out,” I commanded Jack, my voice a low growl that brooked no argument. “Now.”

Jack retreated, his expression a mixture of something unreadable - guilt, perhaps? Calculation? I couldn’t quite place it. ...