Chloe screamed, covering her face.

I instantly wrapped both arms around her trembling shoulders, shielding her body with my own.

Julian staggered backward, his hands flying up into the air. “What the hell is this? This is an active medical facility! You can’t be in here!”

Agent Marcus Vance didn’t hesitate. She lunged forward, grabbed Julian’s right wrist, twisted his arm behind his back, and drove him ruthlessly downward.

His knees buckled and his pristine cheek slammed hard against the sterile linoleum. The sickening crunch of his twenty-thousand-dollar Rolex shattering beneath his own body weight echoed through the room.

Beatrice shrieked, a high, piercing sound of absolute entitlement. “Get off of him! Do you have any idea who he is?!”