Davon's POV
"What the hell do you mean she is gone?" Boca roared, his voice echoing off the walls as he began to storm frantically around the compound. I fell into step behind him, playing the part of the concerned ally.
"I went to check on her, but she was nowhere to be found," Ragnar replied, concern lacing every syllable.
Stubborn bitch, I thought to myself. Alina was clearly the type who couldn't just sit around and watch her mate die. She had probably run off to find a miracle, but it was too bad for her—Lucian was going to die regardless.
Boca and Ragnar bolted up the stairs to Lucian's room. They threw the door open, confirming she wasn't there, and immediately rushed back out to organize a search party. But I didn't follow them this time. I lingered behind, stepping fully into the dimly lit bedroom.
