Aveline sat at the entrance of the ruined outpost, her body was filled with pain from the days spent in captivity and the troubles of war that had just been placed on hold. Every breath was a reminder of her time in Cassian's horrifying hold, but she refused to let the pain slow her down. Gabriel had sacrificed everything for her, his title, his pride, and now he was set to die at dawn. She couldn't let that happen.
She had one night to stop it. All that occupied her mind was how and what she was going to do as assistance to ensure Gabriel didn't die.
The problem was that most of their remaining allies had given up on the hope of turning the tide of the war and saving Gabriel. The moment Gabriel had surrendered, the last show of loyalty he commanded had been dented. Some had fled. Others had knelt before Cassian, hoping to save themselves. Now, Aveline had only a handful of contacts left, and even those were sets of allies that were unreliable at best.