MADDOX~
Kade was already on his phone, barking orders in that clipped Alpha tone he reserved for when shit hit the fan at terminal velocity.
My mind raced through scenarios, calculating probabilities, running threat assessments. It's what I did best—the cold, analytical thinking that made me the strategist while Kade was the warrior and Rowan was the... well, the one with a conscience.
But underneath all that strategic planning was something More primal.
Terror.
Because Nessa was in that hospital. Injured. Vulnerable. Probably still recovering from the last catastrophic attempt on her life.
The drive usually took fifteen minutes. I made it in seven, taking corners that would make a stunt driver nervous, running red lights like they were gentle suggestions, my knuckles white on the steering wheel.
