Jackson's heart pounded in his chest as he cradled Ariana's lifeless body in his arms. Her skin was deathly pale, her eyes closed, and she wasn't breathing. They couldn't waste any time. If they stayed at Ariana's house, Robert and his men would surely find them and finish her off. They needed to get her to safety, to somewhere they could treat her.
"We have to go, Caleb," Jackson urged, his voice strained with urgency as he adjusted his grip on Ariana's limp form. "We can't stay here. It's not safe."
Caleb nodded grimly, his expression mirroring Jackson's sense of urgency. "You're right," he agreed, his voice low but resolute. "We need to find a place where we can tend to her wounds."
His jaw set with determination as he surveyed their surroundings. "We can't risk staying here any longer," he replied, his tone resolute. "Robert and his men won't hesitate to finish the job if they find us."