Marrok moved swiftly through the school parking lot, his arms tightening instinctively around Ulva as he carried her. His pulse pounded harder than it should, tension coiling in his chest like a tightly wound spring.
Her head lolled against his chest, strands of fiery red hair brushing his jaw. She felt fragile in his hold, her breathing unsteady, but Marrok wasn't entirely convinced. His gut twisted, a whisper of doubt creeping in, but he shoved it aside. This wasn't the time to question her; his priority was getting her to safety.
Raul strode beside them, his gaze sharp and unreadable. He had been tense from the moment Marrok arrived, and now that Ulva was practically melting into Marrok's arms, Raul looked even more conflicted. The furrow in his brow deepened with each step.
"You said you found her by the lockers?" Marrok asked, his voice edged with controlled urgency, each word deliberate.
