As the doctor worked on Arya, Leonardo paced the length of the room, his fists clenched and his jaw tight. The sight of her pale face and the blood-streaked bandages made his stomach churn. Every shallow breath she took felt like a countdown he couldn’t stop.

His phone buzzed in his pocket. He hesitated for a moment, reluctant to take his eyes off her, but he finally answered.

“Talk,” he barked.

“It’s Sergeant Diaz. We tracked the attackers. Sir, you need to see this,” the soldier said, his voice grim. “It’s not just about the ambush… there’s something bigger going on here.”

Leonardo’s grip on the phone tightened. “Send me...