The moment Gen's words hit him, everything else vanished from Ezra's mind.
All thoughts of his territory, the hidden enemies, his to-do lists, they blurred to the back of his mind, and all at once, only one thought remained. Olivia.
Ezra shot forward, the door slamming open as he moved as fast as he could, the world slowing down in his perception. Gen floated ahead of him, her body flickering as she led him through the halls of the estate.
Every corridor blurred past him, making every second seem like an eternity, until he reached the double doors at the end of the east wing, the birthing room, prepared weeks in advance.
He pushed the doors open without hesitation.
Inside, the room was brightly lit, the lights warm and not glaring. Red stood at the center in hospital scrubs, sleeves rolled to her elbows, directing a team of midwives with practiced confidence.
She had studied, trained, and prepared for this moment, and right now, she was the commander of this operation.
