CIAN
The bond snapped back into place like a rubber band pulled too tight and released.
One second there was nothing. Empty space where she should have been. The next second, panic slammed into me so hard I couldn't breathe. Not my panic. Hers. Raw and animal and drowning in something that felt wrong. Felt like poison.
My body moved before my brain caught up. I shoved Garret aside, yanked open the door, and dragged him out of his seat. He hit the ground with a grunt. I didn't care. I couldn't.
I was already behind the wheel, throwing the limo into drive.
"Alpha Cian, what—"
"Shut up."
Garrett's voice died in his throat. Smart man.
I slammed my foot on the gas. The limo surged forward. Too slow. This thing was built for comfort, not speed, but I pushed it anyway. The engine roared. Trees blurred past the windows.
The bond pulled at me like a fishhook lodged in my chest. This way. Faster. She's dying.
