CARMEN'S POV

I was half dragged, half running.

My feet barely touched the ground as we tore through the corridors, my pulse pounding so loudly in my ears, so aggressive that it drowned out the shouting around me.

Someone was barking orders, names, directions, commands, but none of it landed.

All I could hear was my own heartbeat and the words clawing through my mind over and over again.

Check the boy.

Check the boy.

The message had burned itself into my head the moment I saw it, red and ...