Elise’s POV
Kael’s warmth surrounded me.
His breathing was deep, steady, lulling me into the darkness. His arm rested around my waist, his body relaxed, strong, whole. The wound had healed. No trace of the poison. No fever.
Only him.
I closed my eyes. For the first time in days, peace didn’t feel like an illusion.
And then, a knock at the door.
Loud. Urgent.
Kael tensed immediately. So did I.
Another knock.
“Kael.” The voice outside was firm but breathless. “It’s important.”
Kael was already moving. He pulled away from me and crossed the room in three strides. He yanked the door open.
One of the guards stood at the threshold, panting. His eyes held something that sent a chill through my veins.
No.
It can’t be.
Kael frowned. “What is it?”
“The camp,” the guard gasped. “We’re
