Mason's POV
The drive to City Hospital felt like the longest one of my life, I had to get the name of the mastermind from Lydia, no matter what!.
My father sat beside me, completely silent, his expression was hard and unreadable. The only sound in the car was the roar of the engine.
The one person who had answers to a lot of my questions about the past was on the verge of death and if she dies, I might never find out who the mastermind is.
I pressed harder on the gas pedal, weaving through traffic like a madman, ignoring all the red lights on the way.
"Slow down, Mason," my father finally said, his voice low but firm.
"I can't," I muttered.
When we pulled up at the hospital, the emergency ward was a blur of flashing lights and shouting nurses. Paramedics rushed through the automatic doors, pushing a stretcher covered in blood.
My chest tightened when I saw Lydia's pale face beneath the oxygen mask.
