Camilla’s POV

"Mira, run faster!" I pushed, holding her small hand as we scurried through the thickets. Behind us, I could hear snarls and gunfire, each sound piercing my heart. I still remembered Lawrence's final order: Get her to safety. But with peril seemingly lurking in every corner, how could I?

Mira's foot caught on a root and she stumbled. She let out a cry, and I swiftly spun around to embrace her. Even though I was exhausted and my legs burned, I muttered, "Hold on, baby." Even if ...