Before I could even form the words to demand my son, Maren yanked me inside so fast the door slammed shut behind us. The warmth of the small room hit me hard after the cold night air, but it did nothing to slow my racing heart. She still had Mael in her arms, rocking him gently, but her eyes were sharp on me now, scanning the bag on my shoulder, the cloak, the way I was breathing too fast.“What’s wrong with you?” she hissed, keeping her voice low so she wouldn’t wake the baby. “Are you out of your mind? Are you asking for a death sentence?”"Give him to me," I demanded, my voice shaking as I reached for Mael.Maren stepped back, holding the bundled infant out of my reach. Her grey eyes were wide, scanning my heavy cloak and the packed leather rucksack slipping off my shoulder."Don’t you get it?? You cannot run from the Valrok Empire," Maren said, her tone dead serious. "No one escapes this fortress without the King's seal. The Vanguard doesn't just let people wander into the snow. T
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