The last thing you remembered was the Baron’s gun pressed to your chest, his men surrounding you, and Crane shouting your name through the chaos. Then everything went black.

When you woke up, the world was quiet… too quiet. The flicker of firelight danced across the damp walls of a cave, and the faint sound of rain outside told you a storm had rolled in. Your body ached everywhere, and when you tried to move, a firm hand stopped you.

“Don’t,” Crane said softly, crouched beside you. His face was streaked with dirt and blood, his eyes shadowed and tired, but filled with relief.

“You’re safe. I got you out.”