Adrian's POV
Sebastian and Lydia. A married couple who'd volunteered for an extraction knowing it might be one-way.
They'd died protecting that case. Sebastian had taken seventeen bullets before he went down, buying Lydia time to run.
Lydia had fought with a knife embedded in her shoulder, another in her thigh, all while eight months pregnant.
When we'd finally reached them, Sebastian was already gone. Lydia was barely conscious, bleeding out, clutching her swollen belly with shaking hands.
I could still hear her voice. "The baby. Save the baby. Don't let them cut me open. Please."
The enemy soldiers had been trying to do exactly that—threaten the unborn child to force Lydia to open the case.
She'd been preparing to slit her own throat rather than comply when we'd bu
