It is too much. Jasper has yet to regain consciousness. His breathing is labored, a roughness to the sound.

Eliana, although on the brink of collapse herself, runs after Conrad as he carries Jasper close to his chest.

There are dried tears and blood on her cheeks and her skin is tainted. She pushes stray locks from her sight as she hobbles faster.

“We are almost there.” Beatrice gasps, her eyes wild with fear. She continuously glances between Jasper and the path ...