Ara’s POV
“I hope I’m not late, sister-in-law,” a familiar voice echoed around us.
I turned, heart skipping, and there stood Prince Cassian— calm, composed, and battle-ready. His army swiftly surrounded us, forming a protective barrier between us and the remaining rogues.
“You’re right on time,” I exhaled, relief flooding through me.
Cassian gave a curt nod before drawing his weapon. Without hesitation, he dove into the chaos, cutting through the rogues with brutal precision.
At his signal, one of his warriors approached with a blanket for Aurelia and gestured for us to follow. We moved quickly, weaving through the secured path until we reached Cassian’s camp.
Inside a large tent, Amara and I gently laid Aurelia on the bed. Her breathing was shallow but steady.
“Just give me an hou
