Chapter 93

• ALEXANDER
• I faced the imposing building that held Raina, its glacial facade showing the harshness of our situation. My chest thumped and my heart roared at me to run inside at once and drag her out to safety, but my brain kept reminding me to be careful—one false step and Raina might get hurt. I motioned to my men waiting in the darkness, my tone low but firm, "Rig the house with bombs. When I extract Raina, I'm blowing this building to smithereens." My tone conveyed an urgency that didn't leave any room for discussion. They went about it silently and with speed, working like specters as they disabled the guards at the entrance without making any noise.
• As I was starting to edge into the building, my ears picked up on a voice—a chilly, sneering remark cutting through the quiet: "You're late, Alex." I braced as I spun around, my blood freezing. Behind a bound Raina stood Nathan with a gun to my head. I scanned her quickly—she looked surprisingly all right despite the bindings—and my panic increased.