Connor approached the side entrance of Roma-tech with the woman wrapped in his tartan and cradled against his chest. Teleporting straight into the facility would have caused an alarm to go off and incited panic, so he’d arrived in the side parking lot. Whoever was in the security office should have noticed him on the monitors, so hopefully they would let him in. With his arms full, he couldn’t reach his ID card.

He paused outside the glass door and spotted Angus’s wife, Emma MacKay, zooming down the hallway at vampire speed.

She opened the door, and her gaze shifted to the woman in his arms. “You found a survivor.”

“Aye.” Connor stepped into the hall. “I’m taking her to the clinic. Can ye alert Roman?”

“Of course.” Emma touched the unconscious woman’s shoulder. “Poor thing. She smells of blood and burnt flesh. They must have tortured her like Robby. Did you find her in the caves?”

“Nay. She was attacked a few miles south of there.”

Emma gave him a confused look. “Did you see Angus? He teleported to the campground about five minutes ago.”

“Must have missed him.” Connor hurried down the hallway. “Tell Roman I’ll be in the clinic.”

Behind him, Emma let out an exasperated sigh. “You didn’t follow Angus’s orders, did you?”

He kept walking. No time to explain his decisions when the woman was bleeding in his arms. Not that he usually bothered to explain himself.

“Is Angus right, then?” Emma called after him. “Do you have a death wish?”

“Nay.” He reached the foyer and turned left. Why would he want to die when he’d go straight to hell?