Mollie's POV
I grabbed the edge of the wagon and hauled myself up before Brian could stop me, my knees hitting the splintered wood beside Chloe's shaking body. Her lips were cracked and bleeding, her wedding gown torn at the shoulder, and when I pressed two fingers to her throat, her pulse fluttered weak and fast under my skin.
"She's alive," I called down. "Barely, but she's alive."
"Get her inside," Brian ordered, already reaching up to lift her himself, his arms sliding under her knees and back with a gentleness that surprised me coming from him. "Guards, secure this courtyard. I want every inch of that treeline searched before sunrise."
I jumped down from the wagon and ran ahead of him, pushing through the heavy doors toward the healer's wing. Servants scattered out of our path, wh
