The convoy of four black SUVs cut through the early morning mist like silent predators. Sofia sat in the middle vehicle, wedged between Julian and the window, with Lila in the front passenger seat. Two elite guards occupied the seats behind them, their eyes constantly scanning the surrounding forest roads.
Every bump in the road sent a small jolt through her body, reminding her of the wound on her side. Though shallow, it still throbbed with dull persistence. Julian’s hand never left hers, his thumb tracing slow, soothing circles on her skin as if he could will the pain away through touch alone.
“You’re tense,” he murmured, voice low enough that only she could hear. “Talk to me.”
Sofia glanced at him. Even exhausted and healing from a silver arrow wound, Julian Blackwood looked every in
