Everything inside me stills.
“What?”
She swallows hard and keeps pressure against her wound. “East wing infirmary. Younger kids were there. Hannah and Stephen were alive last time I heard anything.”
Clay’s voice cuts in sharply. “Repeat that.”
She does.
Every word costs her.
I can hear it.
But she pushes through anyway.
Because even now she’s thinking about everybody else before herself.
When she finishes, silence hangs for half a second.
Then Miles mutters, “Well. That changes things.”
Yeah.
It does.
Because we came here for Olivia.
Get in.
Get her out.
Done.
Except now there are still children inside.
Doctors.
Hostages.
And I already know what Olivia’s going to say before she opens her mouth.
“You have to go back.”
“No.”
Her eyes harden instantly. “Russ—”
“No.”
“They’ll move them.”
“I said no.”
She stares at me like she can force reason into me through sheer willpower.
Normally?
Maybe she could.
