But rest was fleeting, as Matteo burst through the door with urgent news, his excitement palpable.

"The transmitter It's sent another signal!" Matteo's words spurred Mitchel into action, hastily donning his coat as he made his way to the underground garage.

En route, Matteo took charge of assessing any potential threats surrounding the transmitter, while Mitchel relayed the news to Erick and Stefan, forging a united front in their shared mission.

Though they embarked on separate paths, their objective remained singular and resolute. They were determined to rescue Raegan and Casey from the clutches of danger.

And when Hector caught wind of the developments, he too rushed to the location provided by the transmitter, his determination mirroring that of his allies as they rallied together in the face of adversity.

As evening cast its shadow upon the room, the door to Raegan's chamber creaked open once more, heralding Davey's entrance with a set of documents clutched in his grasp.

Upon glimpsing the words “Identification Institute" emblazoned upon the papers, Raegan's blood ran cold with dread. Why had the results emerged so prematurely? If the results were to suggest she and Davey were not blood-connected, she knew he would not hesitate to end her life on the spot.

Yet, she had already sent out the signal through the transmitter. If only she could make it a bit Longer, she might survive.

Raegan's hand lay concealed beneath the pillow, steeling itself for the impending confrontation with Davey.

Davey's approach was as calculated as ever, his demeanor a facade of sophistication as he gracefully adjusted his glasses, his words dripping with insidious charm. "Raegan, I haven't looked at these results yet. Do you want to see them first?"

For a fleeting moment, Raegan's hand, clutching the makeshift weapon, faltered. Davey's offer seemed too convenient, too laden with ulterior motives to be genuine. Had he truly not examined the contents of the documents, or was this merely another ploy to gauge her reaction to revel in her potential downfall?

“Very well," Raegan conceded reluctantly, extending her hand to accept the envelope.

Davey's gaze lingered on Raegan, noting the familiar contours of her face, the resemblance between them striking. Her charming eyes, tinged with a subtle hook, held a captivating allure, a beauty that transcended the ordinary. It was a trait they shared, a trait that bound them together in a twisted dance of fate.

Tremors of apprehension coursed through Raegan as she gingerly peeled back the envelope's seal, her mind racing with strategies and calculations. Could she strike Davey from this distance? Or perhaps she could find a way to trap him in this very room, securing her chance of escape with her mother.

But as Raegan poised to act, a surge of adrenaline coursing through her veins, her grip faltered, and the envelope slipped from her fingers, its contents scattering across the floor in a chaotic flurry.

Disregarding the scattered papers, Raegan seized the opportunity to launch her preemptive strike, thrusting her makeshift weapon toward Davey's exposed neck.

Despite the disparity in their heights, Davey's posture, slightly stooped, left him vulnerable to Raegan's sudden assault.

The makeshift weapon found its mark with chilling accuracy, piercing Davey's flesh with chilling ease.

A crimson trickle of blood began to seep from the wound, staining the pristine surface of the weapon's shaft.

The air crackled with tension as Raegan watched the blood flow, her heart pounding with adrenaline-fueled intensity. But as the reality of the situation sank in, she realized her miscalculation.