Emma's POV

　　My heart racing with fear, I rushed towards the rogue and the child, my sword at the ready. With each step, I was terrified that the rogue would harm the child, that it'd be too late, that I might fail.

　　My mind was a jumbled of worst-case scenarios, my breath coming in short gasps. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest, my grip on my sword tightening.

　　As I got closer, the rogue looked up, his eyes locking onto mine. For a moment, we ...