Chapter 245 The word intruder did not echo through the hallway. It detonated. Frank was already moving before the nurse finished speaking. His hand went to the radio clipped at his belt, fingers steady despite the sudden tightening of the air. Years of service—wars fought in shadows—had trained his body to respond before fear could take root. “Lock down the fourth floor,” he said into the receiver, voice low and lethal. “Code Black. Ravenswood General. Room 402 is priority one.” The nurse backed away, eyes wide, breath stuttering. Somewhere down the corridor, an alarm began to whine, sharp and piercing, its echo bouncing off sterile white walls. Nurses herded patients into rooms. Doors slammed. Curtains were yanked shut. Lucian was already at the door, positioning himself with his back to the frame, body angled to shield the bed behind him. His suit jacket lay discarded on the floor, sleeves rolled up, knuckles still scraped and red from the fight moments earlier—but now, all of
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