“Dad needs Mom,” Colin said in desperation. “She’s a nurse. She can save him.” He turned to me like I could fix this. Like I could order us into the middle of a war zone.

Maybe I can? I had to try. “Get in the cabin and take cover,” I told Colin, barely recognizing my own voice. Then I spun on the operator, my pulse roaring in my ears. “Get us to Constantine right the hell now!”

Wyatt gave him a sharp nod to do as he was told, then turned and took position behind the mounted machine gun. We’d shoot our way onto the scene if need be.

I grabbed Colin since he’d yet to budge and ushered him back into the cabin. The anchor came up, and the boat launched forward before it was even fully out of the water.

“Tell me he’s okay.” My voice cracked. “Tell me he had on a bulletproof vest, so he’ll be fine,” I demanded to Izzy, my vision blurred with tears.

“He had on a vest, but I—I don’t know.” Izzy’s voice wavered as she shared, “Enzo and Hudson are searching for him now.” Tears streamed down her face, matching mine.

“He saved Lennon. Risked his life for Daniel, and now . . .” Colin buried his face in his palms, collapsing onto the couch, rocking himself.

I dropped next to him, hooking my arm around him.

“This is Alpha One. All threats are down. The location is now secure.”

That was good. That had to be good.

“Echo Team, you’re not coming in hot. You’re clear for the extraction,” someone said over their radio. “Foxtrot has the skies covered, and there’s zero movement on the ground.”

“What’s Alpha Two’s status?” Izzy asked.

Static filled the line.

No response.

Before I could process anything, Colin shot to his feet, going for the deck again, and I went with him.

As we neared the cliffs, I clapped a hand over my mouth at the sight before me. I hung on to Wyatt with my other hand so I didn’t fall.

Enzo was kneeling on the rocks, and Constantine was stretched alongside him as he removed his vest. Hudson and Alessandro were also there. Lennon and Daniel stood frozen on the rocks behind them, watching in stunned silence.

You have to be okay. You promised.

“How long do you think he was under?” Colin’s voice came out hoarse.

“Over a minute and a half,” Wyatt answered grimly, his gaze flicking to mine with a quick that’s-not-good look.

Yeah, I was well aware. “Go faster! Please.”

“We can’t get any closer. We’ll have to sw⁠—”

I jumped in before Wyatt could finish, ignoring the other operator shoving a life vest my way. Colin came in right after me, outswimming me.

By the time I made it over, Enzo was still hunched over Constantine, pumping his chest to perform CPR.