The sterile hallway of the hospital buzzed with urgency. Roman paced just outside Alexa's room, phone pressed to his ear as he barked orders to his most trusted men. The enemy wasn't imaginary anymore. Erica's people were watching. His intelligence had confirmed it hours ago.

“Get more men in the west wing,” Roman hissed.

“No one in or out unless I say so.”

Inside Alexa was whirling in pain.

Alexa gasped, her voice thin and frantic.

“Roman…. I need Roman.”

Roman rushed in ...