Ashton’s POV
We move quickly through the concrete underbelly of the arena, bypassing the main exits. Every time we pass a staff member in a security uniform, my anger spikes, my eyes darting to their nametags. Are they with Roberto? How deep does this go? I notice that Luna is also checking them out, and I instinctively shift my body, so my broad frame blocks her from view, my hand tightening around hers in a comforting squeeze.
When we reach the administration building, I storm my way through the corridors, following the route to the communications offices and pushing the door open. Heads pop up as we walk in, Rory and Celeste standing up to look at us, Rory's lips parting as if she's about to say something, but I don't give her a chance.
I stride toward the closed office door. I don't
