Damon's POV
"Sir, you need to see this."
The urgency in Godson's voice crackled through my earpiece as I reviewed quarterly projections in my office. My stomach clenched. After Aria's ordeal, I thought we'd sealed Celeste's threat. Yet here we were—still haunted by her.
"Show me." I stood and strode to the window, adrenaline thrumming.
Seconds later, Godson appeared at the door, phone in hand, face pale. "She's leaving the hospital—Aria's floor. Disguised in a nurse's coat."
My pulse spiked. "What? How—?"
"She slipped in earlier, sir. We tracked her on the security feed. Now she's hurrying out. This is the northeast exit—usually closed at night."
A cold knot tightened in my gut. Celeste had staged an injection sabotage before—now she might return to finish the job. I grabbed my jacket. "Let's go. Now."
