Lynn’s POV

"She ran—"

"Remove them!"

Grayson jerks his chin at Erikson.

The Beta moves forward, producing a small key. The silver cuffs click open and fall away.

Relief floods through me as the burn fades. Istha stirs, weak but present.

'Run,' she whispers. 'While they're distracted—'

I don't think. Just move.

My knee drives up into Erikson's groin. He doubles over with a grunt.

I'm on my feet and sprinting for the door before ...