Dark hair.
Terrified eyes.
Relief crashes into me so hard it’s almost painful.
“Hannah—”
The woman flinches violently backward.
Not Hannah.
Not even close.
Everything inside me stops cold.
The woman stares at us in pure terror from the corner of the room, wrists bruised, face pale beneath tangled dark hair.
Not Hannah.
Dammit.
My chest drops like a stone.
Behind me, Miles swears softly under his breath.
The hostage starts crying immediately when she realizes we aren’t part of the compound.
“It’s okay,” Lucas says carefully, lowering his weapon. “We’re here to help.”
But I barely hear him.
Because my brain is already spiraling.
If this isn’t Hannah—
Then where the hell is she?
The woman’s breathing turns ragged as Lucas cuts the restraints from her wrists.
“You’re safe now.”
Her eyes dart toward me.
Then widen suddenly.
“Doctor,” she blurts out brokenly. “They took doctor.”
Every muscle in my body locks.
I step closer instantly.
“Where?”
The woman recoils slightly at the force in my voice.
Russ appears beside me immediately.
“Easy.”
