Ragnar's POV
"You are back," Boca said, the sheer panic in his voice vibrating through the tense air of the compound.
"I am sorry, but we still can't find Alina," I said, my voice dropping into a low, heavy tone.
"Fuck!" Boca barked, running a frustrated hand through his hair, gripping the strands tightly. "I have searched fucking everywhere. Why the hell is she so stubborn? Why the fuck did she leave?"
"What about Lucian?" I asked, my tone shaking slightly as I glanced toward the bedroom door. "Did Davon find a way to get an antidote for him?"
"No, he didn't. This is all so fucked up," Boca said, his eyes wild with exhaustion and rage. "What the hell do we do now? On one hand, my sister is fucking missing, and on the other hand, Lucian is lying there fighting for his life."
"She's back!" Daniel suddenly yelled, bursting through the front entrance and drawing all of our attention instantly.
