Through the haze of flames, a woman strode forward, her fiery red trench coat sweeping past the blaze.
Behind her, two rows of fully armed bodyguards moved in, seizing control of everyone in the courtyard with swift precision.
Her expression was cold, her voice sharp. “Where is Louis?”
Eliana’s face paled. “Why is it you?”
Without so much as a glance at her, the woman plunged into the inferno.
The people she brought worked fast, subduing the flames in moments.
She emerged carrying me in her arms. Blood had seeped into her expensive clothes, yet she held me as though I were the most fragile treasure in the world.
