Another desperate cry from Zara came through the phone, and Nathaniel felt his chest ripped open. He sprinted down the corridor, eyes darting in every direction.
"Help…" her voice came again, weaker, more frantic.
He skidded to a halt, ears sharpening. The voice came from the far end.
"Hold on—I'm coming." Gritting his teeth, he pushed forward.
As he rounded the corner, he saw a man pinning Zara to the wall as he tried to violate her. Another stood nearby, filming with a phone. The sight made his blood boil.
"Get the hell away from her," Nathaniel roared, his body moved on instinct.
The man filming jerked his head toward the sound, only to be met with a brutal kick to the chest that sent him flying. His phone slipped from his grip and clattered across the floor as he crashed down hard, gasping in shock.
The second man spun around and released Zara. "Who the hell—?"
He couldn't even finish the sentence.
