Aubree's violet eyes widened, but as recognition set in, a faint smile of relief graced her lips.
Before she could say anything, her strength finally gave out. Her body slumped forward, unconscious.
Claude caught her with ease, his arms securing her delicate frame as he lifted her effortlessly. Her golden hair cascaded over his arm, her breathing shallow but steady.
Without hesitation, he carried her to the nearby bed, laying her down gently before turning his attention to the two elders.
His crimson eyes sharpened, his voice devoid of warmth. "Now, both of you—tell me everything from the beginning."
The elderly couple trembled under his piercing gaze. The old man swallowed hard before speaking, his voice strained with fear.
"We… we found her in the forest, near the canyon," he stammered.
"She was severely injured, barely conscious. We… we brought her here to care for her."
