Caspian hung up the phone with Dominic, his heart pounding in his chest. He could feel the adrenaline coursing through his veins, and his mind raced with the urgency of the situation.

Without wasting a second, he grabbed his keys and stormed out of his room, heading straight for his car.

His footsteps were heavy, filled with determination, and he barely noticed the cold night air as he slammed the door shut and revved the engine.

Driving through the dark streets, Caspian gripped the steering wheel so tightly that his knuckles turned white.

His mind kept going back to what Dominic had told him—Sandra had been ambushed and beaten up....