Anna exhaled in relief. "We don't have much time. But I swear I won't let him take you back."
Georgia stared at her, searching for any sign of a trap. But before she could respond, a sound shattered the fragile moment—heavy footsteps crunching against the frozen earth.
Warriors.
Georgia's pulse pounded as figures emerged from the darkness, their presence suffocating the barn's already tight space. Caleb's men.
Anna spun around, her face paling. "No! I didn't lead them here!"
Caleb's expression was unreadable, but his voice was cold. "She's coming with us."
Georgia's grip tightened around the knife. No. She would not* go back.
She moved to shield the triplets, ready to fight, to claw and bite if she had to. But Anna grabbed her wrist, eyes desperate. "Stop."
Georgi
