I snuggled deeper into the blanket, pressing my face against Guilermo’s chest. The scent of him was a balm to my shattered nerves. His hand stroked my hair, a rhythmic, soothing motion that matched the beating of his heart beneath my ear.
"We're almost there," he whispered, his voice vibrating through his ribs. "Just a few more miles to the safe house."
"I'm cold," I murmured, shivering despite the heat radiating from him.
"I know," he said. "I'll make a fire. I'll make you soup. We'll fix this."
I closed my eyes, letting the darkness take me. I was safe. I was rescued. The nightmare in the Foundry was over. Sibal was defeated. Ibbie was gone.
I frowned.
The sound of his heart… it skipped. It didn't sound like a muscle contracting. It sounded like a gear slipping.
"Guilermo?" I aske
