Lyra's arms tightened around Kai, but her gaze snapped to his flushed face. Her fingers brushed his sweaty brow, and her eyes widened.
"Kai is running temperature," she whispered, alarm creeping into her voice.
She swiftly pulled back, her hands framing his tiny face. His skin scorched her palms. "Hurry, please take Kai away!" Lyra urged, her voice laced with panic.
The Head Maid nodded, her face set in determination. "I'll find help and come back for you. Hang on, Lyra."
The Head Maid gently lifted Kai from Lyra's arms, cradling him close. His wails filled the air as she turned to navigate the burning storage room.
Flames licked the walls, and debris rained down. The Head Maid shielded Kai's face with her shoulder.
"Almost there, little one," she cooed, her voice steady despite the
