“Call an ambulance,” Declan said, still holding onto Victoria as she lay limp against him after inhaling too much smoke.
Mrs Whitmore was already on the phone.
Elysia.
Elysia was still inside.
For a second, everything else blurred.
Declan’s chest tightened as he looked toward the burning house. He hadn’t gotten to her. He had been focused on Victoria first—she was pregnant, she had collapsed halfway out, she couldn’t even stand on her own.
That had been his priority.
But now—
“Where is Elysia?” he asked sharply.
His voice cut through the noise as his eyes swept the scene again.
The servants were already outside. The staff too. Everyone he could account for was standing at a distance, some coughing, some crying, all safe.
So where was she?
He turned slightly, scanning the house
