Ara’s POV
The warriors Cassian left behind brought me back to his camp. They carried Sailas with them—his body limp, blood still seeping through the cloth pressed against his chest.
Aurelia rushed forward the moment she saw us.
“Where have you been?” she yelled—then froze.
Her gaze landed on Sailas, and the fury in her voice dissolved into fear.
“Sailas!” she screamed, dropping to her knees beside him.
Victoria appeared moments later, already moving with purpose. She didn’t waste a single breath.
“The antidote is working,” she said quickly, checking his pulse, peeling back the bandages. “But we need to keep him stable. He’s burning up.”
Her hands moved fast, pulling out vials and herbs from her medical bag, grinding and mixing with practiced ease.
I glanced at Aurelia. She clung
