Lucian’s POV
The cold of the night seemed to seep into my bones as we followed the trail. My eyes were fixed on the ground, on the uneven marks the wheels of Elise’s chair had left in the mud.
At first, the path was clear, but with each step, the terrain grew more difficult, and the tracks began to fade.
Connor walked beside me, and although he didn’t say much, the weight of his tension was palpable. His breathing was quick, his hands clenched into fists. I didn’t need to look at him to know he was building up a storm of words that he’d eventually unleash on me.
“If anything happens to her…” he murmured suddenly, his voice thick with restrained fury.
“Nothing is going to happen to her,” I replied, keeping my tone firm, even though a storm of guilt and fear churned inside me. “We’ll fi
