Sophie didn’t lift her gaze. “Isla taught me,” she murmured. “She visited my dream last night. She said her father would crash, and I’d need to save him.”

The injured rider was Jonas “Grizzly” Keller, heading home from a memorial ride when a pickup forced him off the road. He had lost dangerous amounts of blood. Yet Sophie hummed a soft lullaby repeatedly, her princess dress now stained with crimson.

When paramedics arrived, a small crowd had formed. A medic knelt, gently urging Sophie to step back.

“Sweetheart, we’ll take it from here.”

“No,” Sophie said sharply, her hands still steady on the wound. “Not until his brothers arrive. Isla promised.”