POV: Cassian
I haven't slept in three days. Every time I close my eyes, I see Zara's face as they wheeled her out of that hospital room. The fear. The resignation. The silent plea for me to save her.
And I did nothing. I stood there like a coward and let them take her. My penthouse feels like a tomb. I've spent the last seventy-two hours pacing, making calls, pulling every string I have. Nothing works. Jason has thought of everything.
The mansion's security has been tripled. Guards at every entrance. Cameras on every corner. I sent someone to try to deliver a message to Zara, and they were turned away at the gate. When I called the house directly, I was told Mrs. Hartley was resting and couldn't be disturbed. Doctor's orders.
I threw my phone across the room after that call. It shattered against the wall. I've gone through four phones in three days.
