Kindle
Her father could take a look at the girl in the morning.
I looked down at the girl as she snuggled into my warmth. I couldn't believe how relieved I was that she was breathing.
Sara knelt beside us. She gasped when she saw the girl but I shot her a warning look. She needed to keep her mouth shut and work.
Sara brought out a bottle of colorless liquid from the bag she was carrying. She must have ridden on Aaron's back.
"Do you have a blanket?" I asked softly.
"No. But Aaron is wearing a cloak," Sara spoke softly, pouring the liquid down the girl's throat.