POV: Cassian
The text message came through at 9:47 PM.
Medical wing. East side. They're drugging me. Baby in danger. Tonight. I stared at my phone, reading it three times to make sure it was real. Zara's words. A cry for help.
Tonight. She said tonight. That meant Jason was planning something. Something final. I didn't hesitate. I called Marcus.
"It's happening now," I said the moment he answered. "We go tonight."
"Tonight?" Marcus's voice was sharp. "Cassian, we haven't finished surveillance. We don't have.."
"I don't care. She sent me a message. They're drugging her. The baby is in danger. We're out of time."
A pause. Then, "Give me two hours to assemble the team and get the equipment. We'll meet at the north property line at midnight."
"Done."
I hung up and immediately called Diana Cross.
"Mr. Hartley, it's nearly ten o'clock.."
"Jason is doing something to Zara tonight. I'm going in to get her."
