Return of the Crowned Heiress

Since yesterday afternoon, Felicia had been working nonstop-first delivering supplies to Hillfort, then searching the mountains for Lucas, later falling into the rapids, and finally ending up here. She was utterly drained but she managed to summon the last of her energy, waving branches and jumping to signal to the helicopter above.

Her efforts paid off; the helicopter circled twice overhead before slowly descending as she watched in relief.

She stepped back as it landed on a large, flat area by the stream. Several of Stephan's men jumped out. Felicia recognized them-they had been with him outside Macey's house the other night. Seeing her, they greeted her politely, bowing slightly. "Hello, Ms. Fuller."

She was taken aback by their sudden respectfulness but replied, "Hello."

The last time they had met, they had been indifferent and neutral. Now, there was an unmistakable warmth and deference.

What happened?

pointed to the small cabin. "Stephan's

men hurried over, and when they saw Stephan, their

this really their boss? His clothes were smeared with dirt, ripped in several places, and he had lost his shoes-a look they had never thought possible for him. Even with his

greeted

at the fire still burning in the cabin. One of his men understood immediately and

As Stephan stepped in, he saw her rummaging through a pile of supplies, sounding

a medical kit. "Lift your shirt. Let me treat that

barely stayed warm by huddling near the fire. Now that they

care for his wounds.

as she carefully unwrapped the fabric from his wound. Then, she cleaned, disinfected, and applied fresh bandages. Neither of them spoke. Each of Stephan's men focused on their tasks, doing everything

off, filling the air with the roar of its blades, Felicia worked in silence. Then, out of nowhere, he asked, "Did you strip