The gates of the stronghold loomed ahead, torches flickering against the cold night as our horses galloped through the entrance. The child in my arms barely stirred, her body limp with exhaustion, her shallow breaths the only reassurance that she was still holding on.
The moment we passed through the gates, a pair of sentries rushed forward. One of them hesitated, his gaze flickering between us and the soot-covered girl.
"My lady—"
"Send for the healers," I ordered, my voice sharper than I intended. "Now."
The guard snapped into action, sprinting toward the inner keep. Lucian dismounted in one swift motion, his gaze locked onto me as he reached up.
"Here."