*Rhys*

The wind whipped around us as I had my men push the helicopter to its limit. Saoirse's breaths were shallow and ragged against my chest, her consciousness tethered by the thinnest of threads. We were a blur of speed. Desperation pushed me toward the sanctuary of the royal palace at top speed.

"Stay with me, Saoirse," I urged. I had no idea if she could hear me. The roar of the air currents nearly swallowed my voice, but I spoke regardless. It was a mantra to keep ...