Stranded with Five Dangerous Men
Something in the way he said it made her fall silent—his words settling heavy and true, stirring a quiet unease beneath her skin.
Nearing the mansion, something moved in the undergrowth. A small fox cub, its fur warm and reddish-brown, trembling and afraid.
Fiora’s face lit up. “Vael—look!”
It tried to run, but one of its legs was injured. Fiora knelt at once. “Hey, little one…”
Her voice was soft, gentle—and the cub stopped. It shivered, but did not flee. Moments later, it stepped forward and pressed its cold nose to the palm of her hand.