Chapter 98

• Jordan’s POV
• ​I could feel Minerva trembling violently against my chest, her tiny hands clutching my suit jacket as her soft sobs echoed off the metal walls of the broken lift. In that moment, with her completely terrified in my arms, I honestly couldn't find the space to worry about Rosalina. My protective alpha instincts were completely hyper-focused on keeping Minerva safe and calm in the pitch-black darkness.
• ​Frowning tightly, I pulled my smartphone back out, glaring at the single flickering bar of signal strength before tapping out the emergency services speed dial.