The rain had started to fall by the time Rylan reached Lena's cottage, a soft pattering against the roof that seemed to amplify the tension in the air. The weight of her in his arms, unconscious but breathing steadily, sent his protective instincts into overdrive. He had moved through the forest quickly, scanning the darkness for any sign of other rogues. Fortunately, they had been alone—for now. But that wouldn’t last.
He kicked the door open gently, careful not to jostle her, and stepped inside. The warmth of the small cottage greeted him, the familiar smell of books and the faint scent of lavender calming his racing pulse. The room was quaint, cozy in a way that starkly contrasted with the cold danger that lingered outside. He laid her down on the worn couch, her dark hair fanning out
