Chapter 87

• "I am here, Anna." A figure cloaked in heavy fabric entered with purposeful steps, bearing a bucket of hot water. His presence commanded attention, an air of strength surrounding him like a shield. Kneeling beside Anna, he gently took her hand in his with unwavering support. "Aztec, we need more time," the helper's voice cracked with urgency. "Fetch cotton and dry clothes. And where in the world is Serene?"
• Serene?
• Hazel's interest piqued at the mention of the name. Fingers trailing the worn knuckles of the window frame, she leaned in, captivated by the unfolding drama before her.