“Fuck. Did he pass out?” Theo questions, still on speaker.

“He got injured during the game. Broken arm for sure and bruised ribs. He shouldn’t have even lasted this long,” I voice in urgency, but I’m returning my gaze to Keir, just as a gasp of breath ignites a round of spluttering sounds that proves one thing.

Zander’s alive.

I’m not the only one sighing in relief, but we’re already moving swiftly as Isha’s helping Keir who’s shaking with adrenaline as he takes in the reality that his brother is alive.

At least for now.

"We need to get to Eva,” I whisper, only remembering that tonight is also Ascension. “How the fuck are we going to do Ascension with two Kings down and a missing Maiden?

“You need to get Gemini,” Isha speaks up. “You need at least your Maiden present for Ascension or you lose your positions.”

Shit.

“We’ll think about it in the car,” Marcus huffs, as he looks to Keir, Isha, and her continued company. “I need you guys to take Zander and Matteo to Wright Medical Centre. They have a private institute ten minutes from this place. I’ll inform them of your arrival.”

“Wright Medical Centre?” Isha looks confused. “I’ve never heard of them.”

“Don’t have to,” he urges as he struggles to rise up. I can tell he’s exhausted after all this madness. Matched with the intense hockey game, I’m surprised he’s not down for the count. “Just take them there. They’ll get the top-of-the-line treatment on my orders.”

Isha looks over to me, and I simply nod in encouragement because, in this tense moment, I trust Marcus to aid us in any way he can.

He doesn’t gain anything from betraying us.

“We’ll get them there,” she assures us. “Get going. You have to save Gemini.”

She’s right.

“How are we going to track her?” I dare question because fuck. I have no tools on me that can help get some sort of signal on her.

“I’m working on it,” Theo assures me. “Take Matteo’s phone. I’ll guide you guys. There’s already a ride waiting for you a block away. It includes weapons and combat gear.”

Weapons…

The sudden idea of having to kill someone haunts me in the depths of my mind. Unlike Zander, Matteo, or even Domino, I never had to shed blood like them.

I always had Aries for that…

Yet now…I don’t have a choice.

Sweet Canary’s life is on the line.

“Got it,” I declare and rush to stand, looking one more time at my fellow Ruthless Kings who are unconscious.

Zander. Matteo.

They’re relying on us to get our Ruthless Queen back from our enemies’ clutches.

That’s what Domino is now.

An enemy who’s about to be chased, found, and murdered by us.

Murdered by me…

I keep repeating the scenario in my head, hoping to convenience myself that this is the only way to end this madness.

This odd obsession surrounding our Sweet Canary has caught the dark world’s attention.