_Dorian's POV_
The cold mountain air wrapped around me as I carried Lyla inside the safe house. She felt weightless in my arms, her body still too cold, too fragile. I kept my grip firm, afraid that if I loosened even a little, she would slip away.
Tobias followed close behind, but I barely noticed him. My entire focus was on the woman in my arms. She had been through so much—too much. And now, she was here, with me, away from Aaron. Away from the monster who had hurt her.
I pushed the door open with my shoulder and stepped inside. The scent of wood and earth filled my lungs. The safe house was exactly how I had left it—dimly lit, with sturdy wooden walls and thick stone floors. A large fireplace sat at the center of the main room, cold for now, but ready to provide warmth if needed. Sh
